"I love pink, I think it's a color that's had a bad rap, it's made out to be a thing for babies or women who wear too much makeup, but pink is really a subtle and delicate color, and it figures a lot in Japanese poetry." - The Elegance of the Hedgehog.
I have been reading The Elegance of the Hedgehog for quite some time. It has been picked up + put down an extensive amount of times over the last year. I can say what I didn't love about it at first is that it is one of those books where you feel like you are inside the authors one-time or another stream of thoughts. And when these thoughts are placed onto characters that initially come across as contrived, judgmental and fairly unlikable it's a turn off for me - and I end up thinking about how abhorrent the author would find me if we were to ever meet in person instead of being engrossed in the story. I had almost given up but I decided my mood for it was right this time. It was. And I got attached to the story and characters and ended up dog-earing several pages so I could go back and re-read lines here and there. The one up top is one of them.
For years I detested pink. I am not sure if it was really coming from my personal taste or if it was the memories of conversations on"fashion" with fellow middle-school aged girls where we would talk about which colors looked best on us. The conversation would inevitably turn to the fact that pink (and red) would be the worst possible color(s) for me to wear (and wasn't that a sad lot in life). And while you are probably still unlikely to see me wearing too much pink (or red, though as i write this i am wearing red pants), I am not afraid to say that I have found I quite like a sprinkle of muted pinks in my decor. These days I am really loving the equalled measure of calm and warmth that pinks can bring to a space. But just to show that I have range - I added a room with some more vibrant hues too (and a really cute french bull dog).