I first laughed at these photos because I look so darn preppy. Then, I laughed at myself for wearing purple and pink. Say whaaa? I don’t think I’ve ever let these two words fall in the same sentence, let alone the same outfit. What’s happening to me? Who am I? 

I’ve never had a problem with purple, but my hate for all things pink was realized in junior high when I sat next to a girl who wore hot pink velvet jumpsuits, had a pink fuzzy pen, pink streaks in her hair, pink binders, and she eventually had a car with pink zebra seat cover. All she was missing was a chihuahua named Bruiser and a 179 on the LSAT– with help of her sorority girlfriends, of course.

I feel I had the right to take a break from pink for a few years, don’t you? Yes I said years. It’s amazing what a little post-traumatic stress disorder can do. Doses people, pink must be used in doses.  

Luckily, my eyes were opened to other shades of pink: Fuchsia pink, coral pink, magenta pink, salmon pink, brink pink… and it’s safe to say that pink has stolen my heart again.

So now, here I am having purple meeting a very pale shade of pink. The dress brought out some of the lavender tones in the shirt, which kept the colors from fighting. And guess what? I survived!

(Pink girl–if you’re out there somewhere– it’s not you, it’s me. The whole look was going for you. However, I’m just super sensitive to pink. To each her own, right?)