Pink

 

(Sooo...you may or may not have noticed, if you are following this rather random page, and bless you for doing so, that I have been trying to be more consistent in posting.  I feel like I am pretty much posting random nonsense with no direction.  When it was Dairy Daze I had a pretty clear sense of what I ought to be posting about.  Now that we are "Beyond" the dairy, I just wander off on random subjects.  Today will be no different.  Maybe I should just totally rename this blog.  I had considered just calling it "House of Howard" but the "address" would still be dairydaze.   I had considered starting a completely new blog on a different platform, but that seems like a lot of trouble and I don't want to abandon this blog, now that I have come so far.  So I am going to continue on with this one, as is, and will continue to post random entries about random subjects that amount to very little, other than the early morning musings of a middle-aged MidWest transplant from the West Coast.)

Today's subject is the Title above; pink.  

For some reason, and I can't remember when or why, back in the days of my youth I decided that I didn't like the color pink.  It must have just offended me for some reason; all cute-like.  I don't know.  The origins of my pink aversion are lost to time.  But truly I disliked it, in any form or on anything I owned; clothes or decor or flowers or anything! I avoided it religiously.

Then back when I attended New Beginnings Christian Church in Portland, OR, I remember how aggravated I got one Sunday a few months after I'd been on the choir.  When I first joined they actually had these black and white choir robes that we wore.  I was only subject to those for a few months before they changed and required us to wear black; skirt, blouse, hose, shoes and top with a colored blazer.  For some strange reason I had never in my life owned, let alone even worn, a blazer.  Fortunately they had some up in the choir dress room and the one that fell to my lot to wear was a rich dark pink.   It is kind of funny to me now, looking back on myself in the depths of my ridiculous hatred of said color, not only was I annoyed that I had to wear pink, but to add insult to injury everyone kept telling me how good I looked in pink, how pink was my color.  I said nothing out loud, but huffed quietly to myself in adamant denial.  

Several years later, in my mid-30s, I went on an adventure to visit a friend in Malaysia.  I stayed there with her for almost 2 weeks I believe.  Near the end of my stay there we went to a photo studio and had their version of glamor shots done; which would culminate in a photo album.  It was a great time.  The catch was that it was up to their discretion how to format the album; the quotes, the layout, annnnd the album color....of course.  You can guess the color they used.  I was so aggravated.  Having spent that money (which wasn't much for the process and product as it would have been here, but that wasn't the point in my senseless irritation.) to get something PINK!  I laugh now.  The first photo of me that the album cover framed was of me with pink orchids I believe, and the makeup they'd used for me was pink tones, so the pink frame was visually perfect.  But I hated it, quite irrationally.      

It is rather ironic that a decade or more later I still carried my resentment against the color pink, but dressed my daughter in that color on a fairly consistent basis.  We have numerous pictures of her in pink dresses, pink jackets, hats, pants, and even in a pair of pink cowboy boots back when she was about 5 or 6.  But little girls are so cute and pink is such a cutesy color for them.

Maybe that is the basis of my resentment.  Pink, in any shade thereof, is a cute color.  And never in my life have I ever considered myself "cute."  

Ah.  Random insight on a random Midwest sunset picture.    

But in the past few years I have let go of my pink aversion and added a few pinks into my wardrobe with little to no reservations.  It is an unavoidable truth that I do look nice in the color pink and I do actually prefer the shade of that first pink blazer I wore way back in my choir days. How funny we can be in our likes and dislikes.  

I think I have written in this blog about my other major dislike, but maybe I will revisit it in a future post.