I have always been a girly girl. Never have I not loved fashion or cherished sparkly items; whether it be expensive jewels or $3 glitter, it makes no difference--if it refracts light, I'm happy.
As much as I love the typical girly s**t, I hate pink. There is not one iota of the color in my house or my closet because I've loathed it all my life. Strangely enough though (and much to my horror), I suddenly find myself admiring certain images containing loads of "Opera Rose" gouache (a type of paint) used by Katie Rodgers (aka PaperFashion). I visit her online shop almost daily and am most transfixed by the pinkest of her creations (I especially love her calendar); they're so lovely that I experience a "Finding Nemo" in the ocean trenches moment. You know, when Marlin & Dory see the pretty little light and feel all warm and fuzzy inside? That's what happens when I browse through her prints; and I want them all.
Not two months ago my aversion to pink was more akin to Marlin and Dory's reaction upon discovering that the pretty warm light is, in fact, attached to a bioluminescent angler fish with killer jaws and a raging appetite.
So, thank you, Katie Rodgers, for making me question 26 years of adamant and defining repulsion towards pink.
All whacked out and desperate for more pretty prints,