If I were a crayon…
I would have to be a pink crayon, because quite simply pink has always been my favorite color from the time I was a little girl.
Seriously as far back as I can recall, I was known as The Pink Girl.
I can’t even tell you if it was nature versus nurture on this one.
As my own mom has admitted that she always had wanted a girl, so that she could dress her up in dresses and the color pink from the get go.
But then again if it had been nurture, my own grandmother wouldn’t have clearly hated the color red, which she would tell me time and again over the years how her own mom had dressed her in red for the first few years of her own life.
But still, I was dressed in pink more often than not as a little girl when I was growing up. Even for my Kindergarten class picture, my mom dressed me in head to toe pink, which made me look like either a bottle of Pepto Bismol throw up or I was wearing pink washed out pajamas this class picture experience.
Either way, it didn’t stop me from adoring the color pink even on our local shopping trips to Woolthworth’s, the cashiers could be heard saying whenever we visited, “There she is The Pink Girl,” like I was the color pink’s super hero!
Nor did it deter one of my favorite uncles from teasing me mercifully about my adoration of the color pink.
See whenever we got together, this same uncle would tease me about what color I was wearing (yup still usually the color pink as a kid). When I would tell him pink, he would counter with any other color, but pink, such as blue, black or even red, just to ruffle my little, pink feathers!
But as I grew older, I still couldn’t help my slight obsession with pink, but just hid it a bit better I suppose, especially during my teen years as I knew deep down that this would only turn ugly with my peers if I were to wear shades of pink from head-to-toe all the time.
So trust me, I didn’t and made sure to keep my so-called cool card intact.
But then as fate would have it, I ended up becoming the mom to not one, but two little girls.
You guessed it, I went a bit pink crazy the first few years of their lives and even still now at times.
My older daughter ended up loving the color yellow for a bit though and try as I might yellow still seems to have a special place in her little heart.
My younger does love pink, too. But not as much as she loves the color blue, because in this day and age how could you not love Elsa Blue (yup damn Frozen movie rears it ugly head in my home still!).
But me, I am still partial to pink and even own a pink North Face fuzzy fleece coat, because pink finally has been embraced by the fashion gods of The North Face company.
So yes, The Pink Girl is alive and well here, but still has yet to try adult coloring books as much as I have wanted to.
But if and when I do finally get to, you can bet your bottom dollar that I will be coloring in shades of pink at the very least, because seeing the world through pink colored glasses can’t all be bad now!
This pink crayon colored tribute was inspired and brought to you by Finish the Sentence Friday, which is hosted by Kristi of Finding Ninee and Alyssa Serben from Babies, Bloodhounds and Booze, Oh My!.