Monday, March 18, 2013

Girl = Pink?

We all know that Pink = Girl.  But does Girl = Pink?

I grew up saying that I hated pink because I was so tired of it.  I was the first child and first grandchild on one side of the family.  I also happened to be a girl so not only was I spoiled rotten *ahem, like Jimmy* but I was also wrapped in a cotton candy-esque cloud of pink.  At least that's how I felt about pink when I started noticing ALL THE PINK.

Then it just became a thing, to hate pink.  I didn't really hate it but I said I did and held other girls in contempt for wearing or loving pink.  Soooo unoriginal!  I slowly but surely matured and hating pink became a thing that immature children do. Then came the day I bought a pink purse and then a denim skirt with a scarf that had pink in it and I realized you can do pink without being baptized in it.  This is the way pink was meant to be experienced.

I always figured I'd have a daughter and I was never going to ever (never, never, never) use pink on or around her.  Then I figured some pink wouldn't be too bad.  Then I had two boys and that was going to be the end of that.  My life would be blue, orange and green for the rest of my days.  Which I was completely happy with because I like blue, orange and green and that would save me from explaining my childhood aversion to pink to everyone that wanted to bathe her in pink.

And then BONUS BABY!  Baby Lilly.  The baby that would change the color scheme of our lives.  The question remains though, just because she's a girl does that mean she has to wear, live, sleep in and breathe pink?  Will all of her accessories and toys and tights be pink or some variation of pink?  Will I wrap Joey in a pink blanket one night because that's the only clean one available?   Yeah probably for that last one.  But no, we've come a long way baby and pink is not the only girly color out there.  They've even made girly versions of blue, orange and green. 

These are just a sampling of the girly things they have to offer now.
What's bound to happen though is that I will protest so much about pink that no one will dare offer up anything with a hint of pink and then I'll be forced to go on a pink rampage to make up for the pink anemia in Lilly's life and closet.  So now I face the realization that I do want pink in my daughter's life, I do!  I'll probably dress her in the most obnoxious frilly clothes and the hugest bows I can find – all the while declaring my repugnance of pink frilly things.  I guess what I'm trying to express here is that when all of her laundry – clean or dirty – is piled up I want it to be a nice mixture of colors, not a sea of pink. 

And please don't get me started on pink camo.  Seriously.  What the heck are you blending in with when you wear pink camo??  Not the woods that's for darn sure!

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