when i was in 2nd grade, my parents told me that i could redo my holly hobby room with new wallpaper and new carpeting and new bedding and new curtains. their only advice was to remember that this was what my room would be like for many, many years. in fact, they told me it would be the room i stayed in when i returned for college breaks, so that i best choose wisely and definitely not something i would tire of or outgrow. i perused the sherwin williams books and heeded their warning. i just knew i would NEVER EVER get tired of those cute little brown bears with their pink hearts. (if you look very closely you can see them). pink was obviously my favorite color and OBVIOUSLY that would NEVER change. um, so yes, i chose pink -- pink carpet, pink striped sheets and comforter, pink curtains (that mom actually made from the same striped sheets), and yes, a pink sky (because i do, and have always, loved clouds)!
my 2nd grade self may have been my own downfall. her beliefs in love at first sight and romance and soulmates and that she would never tire of pink still haunt me today, even though i try to rationalize what life and love really are. still, it's refreshing to return home and see that my pink room -- with its disney romance movie posters, the cross-stitch i made when i was in 8th grade claiming that "love is neither black nor white," the official star registry when brett bought that star for me and named it "por sempre," mom and dad's treadmill (because my room is now their workout room, paige's crib (because that's where paige and baxter now sleep) and of course my pink sky -- still represents who i am and was. do i still love the pink bears? of course i do.
Still fighting the fight!!!
1 year ago