This one, I did not see coming.
The Return of… Pink.
(I have to admit, I was looking for some kind of cool, witty pun to insert there, but being a SSWG (Supreme Star Wars Geek), all that I could think of was Return of the Jedi… And the closest I got to the topic was Return of the Pink-Eye… Which rhymed, but made no sense whatsoever. So I decided against it. But I just told you all of this, which defeats the purpose of editing my stupid comments in the first place. …I am now going to stop for a few minutes, because this is turning into verbal [written] diarrhoea.)
I do not think I have worn the god-forsaken reject of the colour spectrum since I was about ten years old. Candy Floss. My Little Pony. Disney Princesses. Childish. Way-too-girly. These are the thoughts wandering through my eighteen-year-old mind when it comes to Pink. There is absolutely nothing Pink in my wardrobe. The mere term sounds like a dirty word to me. Pink. Sickly sweet, oh-so-inappropriate if worn by anyone over the age of five… Yes, as you can see, Le Rose and I do not have what I would call the best relationship. In fact, if I’m being entirely honest, I can’t stand it.
But designers, buyers, editors, bloggers and sheep all over the world apparently disagree. The Rebirth of Pink seems to be the neatest thing since [insert the coolest thing ever, be it sliced bread or BBM for Iphone].
I do not know if this is down to some strange, twisted, psychological need to be a kid again, if it is simply honouring times past or if the world has been taken over by a Giant Mind-Warping Monster Barbie… (I reckon it’s option number 3). But for someone who has spent time developing a closet with no hue more eccentric than navy blue or dark green, this is a problem. I am blinded by Pink whichever way I look.
STOP THE MADNESS. GIVE YOUR TODDLERS THEIR CLOTHES BACK. OR SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN THIS CRAZY INFATUATION.
But if you wear Pink, good for you. This is just one woman’s opinion.
Just tell me why.