Colours are just colours, right?
No reason to take against any of them.
It appears, despite any previous protestations to the contrary, that I have finally made my peace with pink.
Of course it irritates me that little girls are force-fed a diet of pinkness and princesses.
A visit to the "girls'" aisles in Toys R Us is like travelling through a large, commercialised pink vagina.
And I understand, and have some sympathy, with the Pink Stinks campaign.
Of course there is more than one way to be a girl. Or a boy.
Colours carry associations.
Beige (camel, tan, ecru, oatmeal, etc), grey and navy are all shades I have trouble seeing positively, they represent something conformist and ordinary and uniform to me.
Just as pink represented girliness, a superficial and stereotypical version of femininity which I rejected for years.
But take a great frock or two, the right vibrant shade of rosiness, and I am a convert. I know, so shallow after all.
Not to make-up and high heels for toddlers, or pink toy dust pans for your little housewife-in-waiting, or knickers for 7 year olds with Babe written on them...
...just to vintage dresses in bright, glorious, beautiful shades of pink.
I wonder if I can rehabilitate beige, grey and navy now?
1960s Hawaiian maxi dress and peacock necklace - vintage fairs
Kimono jacket, shoes and bangles - charity shopped
1970s dress - gift from NZ-trippin' Leisa
Sandals - retail (sale)
Belt, bangles, necklace, hair flower - charity shopped
That's right - just let those colour prejudices go...
Besides, here is evidence that a childhood of pink clothing doesn't necessarily do one any harm.
Pink frocks and cardis, 1965-70.
Me and my middle sis.
Speaking of kids, Eldest returns to the fold later today, after having a fine old time at her auntie's.
My niece posted this photo on Facebook of the two of them at the Ritz, no less.
I've missed her.
I hope she never thinks she has to be a pink princess to be beautiful.
Have a lovely weekend.