Making Peace with Pink

It's been a slow process; one that has elapsed overtime. When I first discovered that I was expecting my first baby girl I knew what I wanted - a world that wasn't overwhelmed by pink. Now, to be clear, I like pink. There is nothing wrong with pink, it's a fine color. It's certainly better than orange - which I think is the worse color on the planet - unless it's on dry leaves or a pumpkin. Anyway, I like pink. But I feel that the baby girl world has been so saturated with pink that we somehow forget that there are other feminine colors.

So at the beginning I tried to avoid using pink. I bought reds, yellows, purples - mostly purple. And I shunned pink. But some things are out of my control. We were given many pink things; sometimes (actually most times) there aren't any non-pink options; and dang it all if I didn't have a little girl who really likes pink. After almost three years, I have admitted that there is a lot of pink hanging around our house and you know what, it doesn't bother me. I like it. I still believe that purple is under appreciated; and red has been overtaken by the boy world (it really is the feminine color I like most, just ask my wardrobe); but I've decided that my battle with pink has been lost.

This was finally realized when I purchased a new pair of shoes for Annie today. They were pink, because yet again, there were no other non-pink options. I avoided buying them for days. They were the right size, right style, why did they have to be pink? What I really wanted was a great kahki shoe, but no the only khaki shoe was clearly a boy shoe. So pink it is. And I am not going to give pink the satisfaction of stewing another moment about it.