Pink, Pink, You Don't Stink

As you just read in Ms. SoCal's post, she was thrilled for Pink Week.  I, on the other hand, had an epiphany that I hardly own any pink!  Not unless you count my Pink undies and a few Pink t-shirts from Victoria's Secret.  Can I blame my mother for that silly nursery rhyme, "Red, red, go to bed, pink, pink you stink?"  Hardly.  As I sit here blogging in my pink Pink pajamas, I can hardly stand the irony of it all.  Just an hour ago I was going through some very cute pink baby clothes in pink storage bins (Thanks, Ms. SoCal...very adorable stuff).

As I reflect, I have come up with some answers to my pink dilemma.  I have always liked black and dark green.  When my husband and I went on our first few dates, I wore something black each time.  I have fallen into this horrible trap of not wanting to stand out.  I have also convinced myself that pink is just not a good color on me.  However, with so many shades of pink, this is really a lame excuse.  To see the extent of my anti-pink campaign, I checked my closet/drawers.  Not counting loungy stuff, I own five pink items!  I am embarrassed to write it!  I should have realized this when my sister-in-law had us all wear pink to her bachelorette, and I had very limited choices.  Here is what I have:

1. light pink v-neck sweater

2. bikini- (given to me by a friend)
3. fuchsia off the shoulder shirt
4. magenta/teal BCBG floral heels...love love love
5. magenta maxi dress

Granted, there may be some splashes of pink in pattern shirts/dresses, but this is truly the extent of my pink collection.  If anything, this is not really a problem but a fashion opportunity.  I think it is once again time to blame it on the blog and hit up some stores...

Blushing Over Here on the West Coast,
XOXO