When I was little, blue was my favorite color. Later, I became smitten with green. I actually appreciate most colors, but for a long time, I recoiled from pink. Pink was not cool! Pink was for girls! Wait a minute... pink was for girls, therefore I hated it? How did that make sense? And who made up the notion that pink was for girls, anyway? Theories abound, but for me personally, once I realized that I was perpetuating a preposterous notion, I decided to give pink equal consideration.
For a birthday present, a friend of my daughter received this utterly pink doll:
By the way, I realized I never shared with you the little doll I made for myself, based upon the embroidered overalls I had when I was five. Here is a link to the four photos: Weeping Willow Maiden.