The sky stirs pink at dawn, and sometimes we are lucky enough to awaken, to recognize we have been granted a new day. Thus the personality of pink is hope. Pink is a drop of blood in milk. It the preferred, color of shorts worn by WASPs, in the most charming, story book old towns in Connecticut. It bas been claimed as the color of India. Sometimes I wear a pink sweater with my pearls to my online zoom court appearances all over the state of California, and I know it makes my arguments sweeter. If I can't get white piller candles, from ShopRite, to cast, a spell, I will always choose the pink.
I am not ashamed to admit that I need another clothing rack just for my pink dresses, it is a guilty pleasure, as I believe it deepens the golden hues of my skin, and concentrates, the gentle elements of my personality, even if often argue for a living, and make music for a life. It is beyond a reasonable doubt, then when I am in pink, I feel more like myself. I wouldn't live in a pink house, for as much as I love the color, I understand its power lies in restraint, and must be wielded strategically, like a pop of bright pink lipstick with a white dress, which I also admit, that I have a penchant to collect, white dresses as well.
My favorite stones are also pink, especially pink sapphire, angel skin coral and morganite, for it deepens and reveals the light. I haven't gone so far as to collect books merely becuase they are pink, but I saw a Kate Spade book and a Sophia Coppola volume at the Barnes and Noble, and I know that pinkophiles, are as rampant in the art and design world, as the roses in my Connecticut garden. I associate the old American family, I married into as a a scarlet shade, for Roosevelts would never be pink. As a younger lawyer in Manhattan, I would wear pink stilletos to law firms, in midtown and Wall Street, as I began to define myself as fresh attorney, and yet a woman, and new mother, as well. As a rule, I only buy white cotton bedsheets, with a white duvet, but recently I layer it with a pink kantha, the delicate wash of color, somehow, makes the bed even more calm, innocent and peaceful, then before.
I am plotting a moon garden, with mainly white blossoms, but I know that the new dawn light pink roses, look just as beautiful in the moonlight and cast its own, unspeakably bewitching midnight garden spell. I adore conch seashells, for I am seduced by the mere hint of the lightest, most entrancing shade of pale pink, ever glimpsed on this side of heaven. I do wear my share of very bright pink, especially on date night to BlackRock, or Southport, even though it is less judged, in one Connecticut enclave, than the other. Have you ever noticed a single person who is angry when they wear pink? well neither do I. I didn't go so far as to get a pink piano, and though I saw a sugar pink one, at Steinway and Sons, I do imagine a tryst with it someday. At this point, it probably won't be a surprise to the darling reader, if I admit that I bought my mahogany upright Kawai piano, just because it compliments my adorementioned collection of pink dresses.
No one has actually ever wrote a song dedicated to pink, there is no 99 pink balloons, or a pink man who would die if they were green, but I did compose "Pink Bengali Sky". My school uniform, at Scholastica, was navy and blue, which truly are hues, that train the impressionable mind to appreciate a touch of pink, in the Sweet Valley High book covers, or watermelon juice, or pink sherbet, or pink dahlias from the grandfathers jute mills, or the pink chiffon, silk and lace saris, and, pink pearls, in the mothers wardrobe. My soon to be 11 year old daughter resists pink, but I always compliment her when she wears it, even though it is evident, that she is unlikely to ever overdose on it, while I know my 15 year son, steers completely clear of the shade, gendering the hue to a regrettable degree. Though, I gave up painting, to master the piano, when the pink twilight collides with the music, I try to turn it into a song. I do believe pink flamingo garden ornaments are a bit tacky, but not pink geraniums, ofcourse. I once had a baby pink sequined Alice and Oliva dress, that I wore to multiple events NYC, London, Los Angeles, Montreal, Toronto, Vancouver and Dhaka, but I lost it somewhere along the way, and it miss it all the time.
I gave up baking, to fit into my remaining Alice and Oliva dresses, and with it, another avenue to explore the mood, manifestations, and multitudes of pink, and am not opposed to, mastering an blood orange, almond cake, to decorate with pink rose petals, or to bake Persian love cakes iced with Venus pink frosting. Of course, no one would be shocked that I have a pair of pink uggs, pink hunter boots, and pink ballet flats, to fill out the arsenal along with hoarde, of pink stilletos. I just made steak for our day after Valentine's Day dinner, making sure the middle of the steak, is streaked with an unmistakeable medium rare pink. I forced amaryllis bulbs for the first time this year and obviously I chose "apple blossom" and "gypsy queen" both appearing in gowns of white laced with subtle overlay of pink.
It's unfortunate that pepto, Barbie and pink slips forever tarnished pink, and for that they can never be forgiven, nor can miss piggy for that matter, because, everything pink is the biggest sin and mistake any pink lover can make for pink is a like salt, it enhances, and it never sugar, or cloying, or overly frilly, saccharine, or like a psychotic, pink macaron tea shop, for five year olds, rather it is like Coco Chanel, and she could never go wrong with any color, least of all pink, it is not a agent provocateur dressing room, doused in rose water, musk and oud, rather it is Jackie Kennedy, in the Chanel dress her husband was assassinated it. Not everyone knows when to stop with pink, but even more do not know how to begin. It's less pink Cadillac on the PCH or the Merritt parkway, and more a white jeep with a subtle pink bow, for one's 16th birthday present.
Pink doesn't have good PR, but it doesn't even need one, because, it doesn't have a bad reputation, like purple. I use Himalayan salt bulb lamps, all over our house, rendering a soft, cavelike and gentle glow, through the evening hours, it was my solution, as my husband drew the line with actual pink light bulbs once we married, despite my arguments regarding its more flattering illumination. Basically, pink is best as an accent, a tiny peek of a pink silk camisole, through a gray wool jacket, black sweater and jeans, with pink pearls and pink Madewell ballet slippers, or a swirl of raspberry, through a cheese cake. Pink is often used to convey a mood of romance, seduction, gentleness, healing and possibilities, but we have pink mountains and the pink sand beaches, that prove that pink can master both the land and the sea. If you want a man to propose to you, you should probably wear more pink, for it reminds him of babies, and if the timing and the outfit is right, you will soon have reasons to choose wedding colors, with its own universe of pinks. I like to dream that Matisse made pink cutouts, or Picasso had a pink period, but we had Frida Kahlo and Virginia O Keefe, who didn't withhold or deny, the brush pinks.
Pink always has a message, but sometimes it's not the one that we think it is. It also has an agenda, but is often misconstrued. No one wants to live in a pink jewelry box, and admittedly, one cannot dress as a 3 year old ballerina, all but occasionally, but one can tie their lace curtain with a ribbon of dusty pink satin, and one can wear all nudes, beiges and camel tones, with peach pink lace lingerie, no one but your husband will ever see, and your admirers can only dream of. It is devastating, when the candle you want is pink (lemonade) , but the scent you want, is in vanilla, jasmine, orange blossom, or lavender, is otherwise. I rarely wear my glasses in public, owning a single pair, in a translucent dusk pink, that makes me feel less nerdy, and yet more intellectual. I have longchamp totes, in three different shades of pink, because other than a Birken which I don't aspire to, it is the only purse, that does pink well.
I know we should drink rosé in summer, but why should summer get everything? Obviously there have been other musicians who pledged their art to this incantation of light, including Pink and Pink Martini, and surely they will not be the last. Pink is a window to another world, where there are less tears, and more love, and whether it a pink butterfly, a pink peony, a pink engagement dress or a pink candle, pink is the only color that can take away my pain.
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