Thinking Pink

When I was a little girl, my mother dressed me up in pink. As I grew up I literally stayed anyway from it, since it was all she dressed me in. She said she dressed me in pink because it looked good on me and it was her favorite color.

I turned to black in revolt I suppose and stayed away from dresses. She always worried that I would walk down the isle wearing trousers, I would jokingly tell her, don’t worry they would be white trousers – I laugh at the memory, I liked joking with my mother.

In my wardrobe I only have a pink silk blouse and a pink t-shirt with big sleeves, a nice addition is the pink dress shirt I just ordered from Cos. I have a gorgeous light grey tunic from Cuyana, along with the matching shawl and a luxurious light grey poncho from Cos that I can wear with them, plus I can always wear the dress shirt with black jeans and my black suede Loeffler Randal booties.

Real women like men wear pink, it reminds us of our childhoods, of innocence and summers long forgotten.

Here’s to Pink…..