When I was a child, pink was my favorite color. Then when I was older, about 10 or so, I no longer liked it at all. I spent many years hating pink, but that changed suddenly when I was about 19. I don’t know what precipitated the change, but I find myself drawn to all sorts of pink things now. Not hot pink, but soft pastels, like this flower. This color inspired me to plant pink hyacinths in my front garden, and while nothing else in the garden grows, the hyacinths come up every year without fail.
I can’t say I like to wear pink, but my daughter is in pink almost every day. I’m afraid I’m doing the same thing to her that my parents did to me. By the time she’s 10, she’ll likely be burned out on pink, too.