Day 24: Something Pink
I knew this one was going to be a challenge for me. I do not gravitate to the color pink. We moved to a new house when I was five — my parent’s first house after a couple of trailer homes. This was exciting, and many good things happened at this time. One of those things, of course, was a great big bedroom to share with my brand new baby sister. Mom and Grandma (it may have been one or the other — I don’t remember if it was a collaborative effort or just one of them did this project) decorated my (ahem, our) room. The bedroom faced the front of the house and had two big windows, a good size walk-in closet, and awesome built-in storage cabinets.
The decorations were bold and exciting. The curtains a bold, bold pink with matching valences. The accompanying decorations were circus scenes done on one foot square ceiling tiles spray painted in light pastel green shades for the background (very attractive–I’m not sure I’m describing them well). Grandma has always been an accomplished crafter as well as a huge circus fan, and that is why I suspect these circus scenes are attributable as her creation. Mom, on the other hand, loves pink and making curtains, so I suspect that was her contribution.
Pink isn’t really my color. Never has been. But I will say if I had to have pink curtains, those bold, hot pink curtains were the best shade of pink to have! I didn’t dislike those curtains, but they didn’t resonate with me. I like reds (so pink is on the scale at least), blues, blacks, and tans.
That’s a long way of saying, you won’t find much pink in my house. So here’s what I could find pink for this “Something Pink” challenge: 
Yes. A Pilot Precise Rolling Ball V5 pen used in marking revisions. It comes as part of the set, so I have a pink pen (I usually use the red one)
As an aside, Lady brought the red and purple pens upstairs for me this morning, as well as a pair of work gloves. I think she thinks I’m not working hard enough lately.
Your favorite color as a preschooler was red. Specifically red corduroy pants which I carefully ironed creases in. Every wash day was a whole load of your red outfits. Everything had to have pockets. Lovingly Mom
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Pink was not my choice either. I’m more partial to blue. I suspect the pink was MOm’s preference. I think the zoo theme may be what triggered the giraffe that came out of the closet in the middle of the night one night.
Ohhhh! I hadn’t thought about that as a trigger for the giraffe in the closet. We have to wonder about Mom’s preference for giraffes coupled with them being an object of terror to you as a child. Think of the psychological implications?
I often think of the potential impact of parental choices on poor, helpless little kids in the department of room decoration and attire, and I shudder. Think of the poor kid stuffed into Packers gear who becomes a fan of some other team as an adult (for instance). Or the cute T-shirts out there for little boys and girls that don’t reflect their personality later? In the whole scheme of things, it probably isn’t a big deal, but I do wonder.