it was a pink weekend.it all started around 3pm on friday. a weird, out-of-nowhere craving for strawberry milk grabbed me and showed no mercy. I had to succumb. strawberry milk? the last time I drank pink milk, I was about eight.
I was delighted by it's frothy pinkness and thought, "I don't have enough pink in my life." I'm drawn to deeply saturated mid-tones and raspberry and plum are the closest I normally get to pink. or are they? throughout the weekend, I found pink poking it's strawberry shortcake head into my life in a variety of ways:
- mmmm...ice cold strawberry milk
- azaleas in my yard
- my favorite hi+lo fragrance mix: 1 spray fracas + 1 spray love's baby soft (try it, it's amazing!)
- an abandoned pink lady, on the market for over a year. a great price, but in a somewhat sketchy neighborhood
- a sweet note from my sweet man
- three sweet & lows in every cup, I'm so about the faux sugar
- my favorite summer skirt (jeez, it's a tad snug, must tend to that)
- hooray for havianas weather
- simon's pink tongue (I don't know how it fits back in his mouth!)
