I like pink. I really do. Sometimes this surprises me, because all growing up, pink wasn't a cool color. And I didn't think too much about it. Maybe I kind of avoided pink, even. But when my fist baby was born, a girl, I knew that I wasn't for all those "neutral" colors of green and yellow. I wanted pink.
And then I picked up some pink stripped socks at Target one day in their awesome dollar bins. And I liked them so much that I bought a second similar pair. I've worn them so much they are getting holes in them. I need to find some new ones.
I have a pink t-shirt I've worn into oblivion. And I like to buy dark pink carnations and put them in vases in my window sill.
I like fresh flowers in my house.
I like red lipstick.
I like not wearing makeup.
I like a good pair of jeans.
I like being nice.
I like temperate weather.
I like vanilla.
I like pink.