Pink

Why did I choose the most visually obnoxious blog template? Why did I wear pink and black flip flops to school today whey they sliced into my feet so badly I had to limp home? Why are my slippers, pajama bottoms, shirt and bra all various shades of pink?

I don't know when this pink thing started for me, but I probably should credit Phillip Guston somewhat. I mean just LOOK at his paintings and you'll see. Go ahead. If you don't know who Phillip Guston is do a google search take a look. Luscious, sexy pinks with grays, blacks, reds and pale greens and blues! If you don't like what you see right away, give him a chance.

Anyway, I like pink so much I even had pink hair for awhile this winter. Dark pink anyway. I guess it makes me happy and it used to be a color I'd pretty much avoid, thinking that it might be too feminine or pretty for me.

Now I'm obsessed. Apparently I'm not the only one. At school Cynthia, my teacher, had a pink backpack and a pink water bottle. Keri had a new pink purse with a pink cell phone case attached to it and pink shoes! Jennifer at work is hoping to order pink t-shirts with the Tree House logo on them. Pink everywhere!

I guess it symbolizes childhood for me a little bit too. When I was in second grade I had a pink leotard for ballet class at the YMCA. My teacher could never remember my name so she called me the "little pink girl" or something like that when I messed up. Come to think of it I don't think I wore much pink after that until now. I also didn't stay in ballet for very long.

Did I mention that we have a pink wall in our apartment? You can credit Dave for that one. It was his idea during his crusade to eliminate the all white walls of our apartment. I love it, though, and think it makes our living space much more inviting.

What's next? Pink cats? Pink glasses frames? Probably just some more pink paintings. Thank you, Phillip!