Pink

I am not a pink girl. Not only am I not a girl, I was never a pink girl. I've always had a thing about it, according to my mother (though she is increasingly unreliable about these things).  I don't think in my early childhood there was quite the layering on of all the pink on little girls that exists now. It's big, and its every where, and it makes me very annoyed. Back in late 2008, when I first had to go shopping to get clothes for my then 10-year-old girl, I went to the Sears girl's shop and was almost physically ill from the pink environment, which I fled. Luckily for me, my girl was more of a purple fan and we could happily agree on many things.  (I happened on this blog post from the Geek Moms, of whom I am a great fan - so I'm not the only one with this problem!)

My aversion to pink came to the fore when I walked in the Avon Breast Cancer Walk. Hard to get away from pink when dealing with that. Being fundamentally a pragmatist, I embraced it (for the occasion at least), bought a hat, and we formed the Aviation Divas fundraising team.



But now I'm buying fitness clothes to keep myself motivated to get out there and move. Since all the winter stuff is on clearance, I have to take what I can get. I really wanted a light vest, and had just gotten a long-sleeved top, in a shade I thought of as purple and which could be called magenta (which is a shade of purple, right?)  So this is what I ended up wearing on Sunday.

(Still working on my selfie technique.)