January 05, 2012
One day when Maddie was about 14, she told me that I was too old to wear pink. She couldn't help it. She was possessed by hormones at the time. If you ask her about this now, she will claim to have no memory of it. I didn't wear pink for a few years because of that remark. Behold the power of our words. It's okay. I've forgiven her. Mostly.
Lately I'm craving some pink in my life and I'm obsessed with finding the just right pale-ish shade to use on a couple of small pieces in the studio. I may be too old for pink but since I don't care, it's okay. I'm a girl obsessed. I have a friend, who will remain nameless, okay Sarah (she deserves to be shamed) who had the nerve to send me a text the other day after I had added these plus aprox 238 other pink pictures to my pinterest boards that said "Would you just paint something pink and get it over with?" Has she not been paying attention? I cannot possibly choose a paint color without obsessing about it first. Silly girl.
The other night I didn't sleep especially well and every time I woke up I was leaving behind a dream that was pink hued. Do you do that? Do you dream about colors and patterns? Should I call a professional?
In other news, my studio closet is coming along nicely. We really underestimated what a big job it was and I feel bad about that last post where I whined about my carpenter because he has worked his back side off to get it finished. He's a good sport!
Also, I want to thank you guys for the awesome lunch suggestions. Keep 'em coming! They are just the kinds of things I was looking for. I can't wait to make my grocery list!