Monday, January 28, 2008

Ballerinas and Swans and pink happiness





For many years of my life I was not a fan of pink. As a matter of fact, I was anti-pink. I just did not own pink items. Clothes, cute little doo-dads, crayons. To understand this you must understand my grandma. Grandma loooooooooooooooooved pink. The following items in her house were pink: Walls, floors, refrigerator, oven, sink, bathtub, and toilet. My dad's baby announcements--yup, pink. I now live in my grandma's house, which is not quite as pink as it once was. The floors and some walls have changed, but the bathroom remains the same. My mom once told me that I couldn't change the wallpaper in the bathroom as the plaster walls would come down with the paper. As if I could commit such heresy. You would think that I would want to change the bathroom, but I don't for one reason and one reason only, and it has nothing to do with the fact that a bucket is sometimes needed to flush the toilet. It is the wallpaper. The wallpaper is pink with goldish-silver ballerinas and swans. Everytime I go into the bathroom, it makes me happy to see the wallpaper.

I have overcome this anti-pink stage in my life and you will now find a respectable amount of pink in my wardrobe. I post the photos above so that you, too, may have a happy day and dream of golden ballerinas dancing on a pink stage.

5 comments:

Alice said...

wow, you too with the pink! I do not know why all of the sudden at 30 I can't get enough pink. I love it. Go estrogen! Love the blog!

Beee said...

One more pink item that I remember, perhaps you not so much, but she had some old pots, where the non-stick teflon or whatever it is, was pink. Loo and I made mashed potatoes in one once; we did not eat them though, as the potatoes came out with pink flecks in them.
Glad to hear that you can accept the pink now.

MBC said...

Wow. That's some bathroom. I have no words.

Susan said...

I remember the pink well. I also remember that Grandma gave Loo a coat or two of pink too.

Susan said...

I just remembered that Grandma used to have a pink cat bottle, I don't remember if it had been a soap bottle or what. But it was often by the door going to the basement.