I can be so judgmental sometimes….
Like Nancy says in her challenge for us this week, I’m also not much of a girly girl. And unlike Nancy, for whom pink “is never my first choice of color for anything”, in days passed, I actively disliked and avoided PINK.
But I am cursed (yes, and blessed) with the drive to find a lesson in anything I “actively dislike”.
I wrote about PINK once before.
Some one gave me a gift…a polar fleece vest…in the ugliest color…bright fuchsia?! Not a color I would ever choose or wear…too fake looking….I didn’t even like people who wore this color. AND, didn’t the person who gave me this ugly thing, know that pink is way too “girly” for me? I put it in the closet…way in the back…
A couple of years later, I am on a Spring walk with my camera, in search of new flowers. I come across a stunning flower, the brightest color for miles around (or so it seems). I have these thoughts, “there are so many colors in Nature that we just have not been able to duplicate. We don’t even have names for some of the colors we see in a sunset or a flower. This flower is a spectacular color!! I wish I had something to wear in this color…”
I pick just a blossom leaf or two to take home. I put them in my pocket.
That same week I am doing a closet downsizing for a Goodwill run and find the never worn, long-forgotten ugly pink vest tucked way in the back…..and then I remember those bright colored petals!
I blushed about the same color!
Needless to say, it has become one of my favorite things to wear. I even got socks, a scarf and shoes with a stripe in the same color!
Now I’m wondering if I owe my gift-giver an apology…….
So I had to get to the bottom of this. Why such a strong reaction? It’s just a color, right?
Way too long a story (including a couple of years of hard-core therapy) later, I traced my prejudice back to a relatively off-handed comment from my Aunt. I had run away from home at 15 and ended up living with her in high school. She sewed these beautiful clothes for me, whole outfits for daily and church wear, as well as various Prom-type formal dresses. Always in hues of pink.
My favorite color is blue, since very early childhood, and my Aunt knew this so one day, I asked her to make me some thing BLUE. Her response, the casual remark I mentioned above? She said, “No, pink is better. Then the boys will all think you are still a virgin….”
I was shocked and protested, apparently way too much, because it was a disagreement we were still having when she was on her death bed. She never believed me and I never forgave her for that.
Still painfully ironic today because no budding young Flower Child, Hippie-Chick, California Girl in the 1960’s ever successfully fought harder to “save herself for marriage” than I did.
Talk about swimming against the tide of the sexual norms of those days!
So when I finally became more “enlightened” by the late 60’s and early 70’s, apparently I buried the reason for, but still held on to the active dislike of all things PINK!
Aren’t you glad you asked??
Oh wait, you didn’t…another bright pink blush here…
I have since fully embraced PINK in all its hues and tones, in nature, as well as in my decorating choices.
Here’s an example, if you feel inspired to read more about it. I wrote it to anchor the gratitude I have come to feel for my ancestors (especially my Aunt) and all their powerfully feminine (and PINK) influences in my life.
Thanks for reading and I really love comments, especially when my vulnerable, pink insides are kinda hanging out there for all to see….
Great stories. I was a tree climbing kind of girl growing up and pink was NOT my color of choice either. My mother tried in vain to make me into a girly girl…to no avail. And there was pink involved. Not as much as you were bombarded with though. I have also found it very interesting to discover the undercover reasons for dislikes from childhood. Love the photo. Looks very familiar. Headband and all. 🙂
Pink flower photos are really gorgeous too!
Wonderful comment. Thanks. Oh and I had a tree. I spent hours in it, I realize now, hiding!
A tree is a great place to hide – I agree!
Funny, these obsessions that spring from childhood. One of my granddaughters hates pink while the other says pink is her life. Who knew colour held such energy.
Oh it does, especially for very visual people (as opposed to auditory or kinesthetic)
People, the science type, have been studying the impact of color on people (mostly shoppers/consumers) for years.
I just like blue..plain and I thought, simple.
Thanks for the comment.
You’re welcome. The psyche is a fascinating thing.
I don’t like pink for me because I look MUCH better in stronger colors — which is why I like hot pink, but not that baby pink designers are always foisting off on women. It looks okay on light haired white women OR dark-skinned women. Pale white women look terrible in pink, but my dolls all look great. Go figure.
I agree!! And you can’t get much paler than me!