Alright pink. You have my attention.
I’ve been avoiding you, ignoring your existence. But now it seems, you have caught my attention and who knows, maybe 20 years is enough time for us to have been apart.
Okay but seriously. All of the above is true, even if you can’t/shouldn’t really treat a colour as a person.
It all began roughly 25 years ago when my mum, after having 3 boys, finally had a baby girl. Oh and would you believe she wanted the world to know it. Apparently dressing my brothers in pink from time to time was not enough to satiate her. No, indeed it wasn’t. She needed more. Along came little old me and she painted my entire world pink. Actually I somehow managed to avoid her actually paining my room pink. But everything you could imagine being pink, was pink. Until of course, the day I could actually talk and decide what to wear. And what do you know…. pink… magically disappeared. Not a trace to be found. Much to my mothers dismay.
I fear a part of me has always disappointed my mother, in that I wasn’t the little princess she hoped for. Instead I wanted to play with the boys, wear the boys clothes. Even when she bought me nice things (e.g. a pair of tiny white little leather booties), I would ruin them (e.g. puddle jumping in the aforementioned white booties).
For my year 10 formal, my mum found me this awesome vintage dress at the op shop. It was a silver, floor length gown. Layers of tulle, fitted bodice with a sweetheart neckline. My mum imagined me rocking it, as is, tiara and all. But no, enter Karissa and her dreams of chopping it off, turning it into a bubble dress and wearing it with converse.
To her credit, my mum did always appreciate my originality and fashion sense, despite it being far from all she would have hoped for.
Flash forward to the present, and finally, I’m admitting that maybe pink is a possibility in my wardrobe and life again. If the streets of fashion weeks gone have shown us anything, its that pink does not have to be overly girly anymore.
And if architecture and interior design has taught us nothing, it’s that pink is painfully instagramable.
So here is my first step. Admitting that I have a problem (That’s the first step right?).
Second step. Actually wearing it (coming soon). Maybe I should start small. Although that oversized pink puffer is kind of calling my name. Too much too soon????
We’ll see.
Imagery sourced via Pinterest.
Collage at top created by yours truly (from imagery found on Pinterest).