How did I not know today was National Pink Day?
I love pink, so much so that I think my mom was worried when I registered for wedding gifts my house would become its own Mary Kay lady hell. (To be clear, light pink has never been my thing. The bolder, the pinker, the better.)
I try to keep my pink love in check. The walls of our house are beige; the kitchen plates are dark purple; the living room walls are olive green. But my office? Pink! I learned quickly that if you want a pink rug as an adult, you have to shop at Pottery Barn kids. And buy junior size scissors.
From my couch, I can see my pink Franklin Covey purse, Pink Garden Tool Bag, and Pink KitchenAid Mixer. I have a pink laptop bag, and my new favorite shoes are my Born laceups. I have at least five pink shirts for every season. And quite frankly I would have a bright pink car if I didn't think it would make the road a little less safe.
I love pink so much that my son has also declared his love for the color, to the point that I'm starting to think that even if I don't have a daughter, I could still get the pink room I have lusted after for the past decade.
I love pink. And now I love it even more because it has its very own day.