I’m not a girly-girl, really. I never liked the color pink, like most little girls, and rarely ever dressed my girls in pink.
Now, as a middle-aged woman, I rock pink. Totally.
My favorite nail polish?? You guessed it, bright (almost neon) pink.
What the heck? Did I lose my mind? Have I turned to the “dark side” or just gave in to the many compliments I’ve received whenever I wear anything pink?
And I’m not talking about a wussy-ass pale pink … I want bright, loud, noticeable PINK.
Like the race shirts from the Rock N Roll Nashville 5K and the Edwardsville Route 66 10K … or my funky pink, grey, and white ST Louis Cardinals socks I run in … or my (light) pink top, pink, white, and orange scarf, and pink flippy-flops from my Tucson trip several years ago. OK, the light pink top is a wussy-ass pink, but the accessories aren’t!
I feel sassy when I wear pink. And why not? I rock it.