I don’t know what it is with me, folks.  But just a few years ago, things were different.  I used to love the sage spectrum of green, and searched for earthy tones in my every day items, from clothing to purses to make-up, you name it.  But something happened to me that has made me stop and think for a moment, and ponder just what the heck changed.

I’m talking, of course, about my favorite color.

Ask me a few years ago, I would have said sage-y green, as I’ve stated above.  It’d been my favorite color for YEARS, since I was in school, at least.  But now, my color of choice is……wait for it…..

….pink.

Oh yeah, I know.  Honestly I do.

I remember going to my grandmother’s funeral and feeling guilty over a thought I had.  My mother had made mention the flowers were gorgeous because grandma’s favorite color was pink.  I thought to myself, “Eww.  Sorry, Grandma, but eww.”  Maybe it was the pink polyester pants she always wore that turned me off to the idea of pink, who knows.  But whatever the reason, I just remember that thought.

Now, a handful of years later, an evolution has occured.  Some kind of chemical imbalance has intoxicated my brain, because what I used to despise I now adore.  What once was forbidden is now sacred.

I love hot pink, cotton candy pink, light pink, dark pink, and even the lavender-y pink.  I go out of my way to find everything in pink now.  It sickens me, yet I still perservere.  To date, I have a pink purse, pink fleece jacket from Land’s End, pink gloves and hat (also from Land’s End to match the jacket), pink-lined wallet, a pink poncho, pink shirts, pink socks, pink nail polish, just ordered some pink make-up (very light pink with lavender tones as shadows), and find myself looking longingly at pink sapphire jewelry.  I’m almost to the point of asking the guy who makes my coffee at Dutch Brothers to give me the pink fricken’ straw.

I. Have. A. Problem.

What is the deal?  Seriously I have no clue.  A few years ago at my grandma’s funeral, I did have my three oldest girls, but even then I wasn’t into the pink.  Not even when we painted their room to be all perfectly princess-y.

You know what it is?  I think it was Sophie.  My love for all things pink evolved throughout my pregnancy with her.  She gave me….   Pink Pregnancy Poisoning.  I don’t think there’s a cure.  I haven’t been pregnant for months, yet my passion for pink persists.  (What is with all the alliteration?? *Okay, so I DID bust out the online Thesaurus, I admit.)

Now I do have to say I’m not a total pink whore.  No, there are some shades that are still of the devil.  Like that awful peachy pink.  Or neon pink.  (Neon pink and hot pink are not the same color, although they do walk a fine line – I like it bright but not loud – make sense?)

If I had to pick my favorite shade, I’d probably say the cotton candy pink which is a lighter shade than say throwing together some red and white.  But honestly, folks, it has become an obsession.  I’ve noticed it, my friends are starting to notice it, and my girls think it’s the most awesome thing Mommy loves “their color”.

Every time I look at something I literally have the thought, “Oh, that would be better with a splash of pink.”  I kid you not, I’ve thought about all kinds of fashion accessories from earrings to shoes.  Doesn’t have to be ALL pink, but just a bit.  A hint or a small part.  Maybe to bring something whimsical to it.  Heck, even this website has pink everywhere! 

I’m drowning in pink, folks.  And I don’t wanna be saved!

~~Becka, whose second favorite color is a light lavender

What happened to the sage-y green?!?