Sunday, June 18, 2006
Self-Portrait Sunday! Now with more pink!
Um. Anyway. The point that Rick was trying to make (before I so rudely interrupted him) was not about scrubs. It was about color. When Rick and I met, I was still a moody, self-absorbed, depressed teenager. I dressed primarily in grays and black. And most importantly, I would not have been caught dead in pink.
Flash forward ten years. Here's a sampling of my wardrobe. Notice it's sheer...pinkness.
I don't know what happened, but suddenly I love pink. Baby pink, salmony pink, violet pink--it doesn't matter. I love it all. I even have a pink wallet and pink fingernail polish. At age twenty-eight, I've become...a little girl!
Another difference in my wardrobe is that I now wear skirts. I only had one skirt when Rick and I met. I wore it on our first date, possibly misleading him into thinking I was actually a girly girl. After that he only saw me in baggy jeans and Adidas for oh, about, six years. But now, I suddenly have enough skirts for every day of the week. Wearing skirts is one of the things I love about the summer. They are so comfortable.
So for Self Portrait Sunday, here I am today, continuing to surprise Rick with my unpredictable (or maybe lack of) fashion sense, indulging myself by wearing both a pink shirt and a skirt.
As of yet, I don't have any pink skirts. But it's probably just a matter of time.
My closet is full of hot pink this summer. Not on purpose, it just ended up that way.