The gist of this post was meant to be about little girls and pink. By the time I had sorted my technophobic computer skills last night, the pink was more about me. Not only was I pink, I'm guessing steam was coming out of my ears. At one in the morning, this is not a good look. I decided bed was a better option.
This morning I am somewhat calmer - but I still can not find the images which I had carefully montaged together, and which at the touch of a button seem to have vamooshed - forever. I have searched the whole computer. They are obviously on some great 'clipboard' in cyberspace.My computer's fabulous idea of an April fool. I do not yet get the joke.
So - back to the point of the post, with some new montages, not quite so lovingly put together!
Little girls and pink - it is a given. I feel sorry for the little one's whose mother's won't let them have a touch of pink because it might spoil their monochromatic modern ideals. These are the babies who wake up in a bedroom of beige. I long for someone to give them the most garish fluoro toys imaginable, to which their tot takes an instant inseparable liking. And experience says, what you shall avoid, will come back to haunt you with a vengeance. They are only little for such a short time. A few flowers and a younger print can surely do no harm? There will be plenty of time later for sophistication.
For that matter, I see nothing wrong in a little pink for bigger girls too. As these images show, pink in a teen bedroom can be whatever you want it to be - contemporary, retro, personal - it doesn't say 'baby'.
I've obviously never grown up! I still love a little pink in my home - just not coming out my ears!
Oh, happy day.
(Images from Designers Guild, Julie Arkell, Living etc, mae, naomi murrell, shanghai ruby.)