I’ve never been one to wear (any) pink. But lately, that’s been changing. The color that I used to associate with prissiness or ultra-femininity (in a bad way) has been finding itself more and more in my closet. I don’t know if this Spring I’ve become more comfortable with being perceived as feminine, and my clothing choices reflect that; or perhaps I’m just seeing pink more as a color of happiness–there’s a lot of that in my life lately.
Liz recently posited that pink’s comeback may be ironic. Many of us who were raised to be “strong, independent women” probably spent years eschewing pink, hoping to be thought of as thinkers, not…ahem…girly-girls. Perhaps blush hues are now free to embrace, as long as none of us takes it TOO seriously.
The most logical reason? I heard once that pink makes the wearer look less tired.
(Is it working?)