You know, I’m not a total girly-girl. I don’t live in a world of ruffles and other scary feminine touches. But I do love me some pink. When asked, I quickly tell people it’s my favorite color. I laugh now when I think back to when thought hunter green was my favorite color. Middle school was a really confusing time for me. I’m glad I got over that. I might be wearing plaid and cleaning my gun right now.
But no, pink is where it’s at.
And today it just feels like a good time to celebrate my favorite color, don’t you think?
I’m not sure how thrilled Ryan would be with this room. But I’d probably tingle whenever I walked into it.
Really, who doesn’t need a pink cow Andy Warhol print these days?
Pretty in pink cake pops. Great. Now I have to make these and eat then all while I have a John Hughes movie marathon. Wait. That sounds delightful.
Hot pink Mary Jane heels. Now, let me be clear, I like these shoes in theory. In reality, if I could even get them on my feet, I’d have nowhere to wear them. Not to mention, I’d probably fall down and die if I tried to walk in them. But they are still awesome. Completely impractical and possibly deadly, but awesome.