A love/hate relationship is the best way to describe my feelings about pink. My mom wanted a "pink" daughter. I was not it. Still, she tried...sewing pink smocks, buying pink easter dresses, and then there was the year I went to camp and came home to a pink bedroom and pink gingham curtains (fodder for therapy years later). At fifteen I embraced pink for a year...pink shirts, pink ribbons in my hair, even sucking strawberry Lifesavers because they were pink. By sixteen I was back to the darker colors.
Then there was the sweater incident in my twenties. Shopping for a new sweater with K, trying to decide between blue and green. "You always wear blue and green, why don't you try this pink one?" A few nights later, sitting across the table from him in my new pink sweater, he had a weird expression on his face. "What?" I asked. "You look funny in pink." I took it home, bleached it white and dyed it green.
By forty the love was back. I began buying pink and orange fabrics to make myself a quilt. And now I seem to be buying a lot of pink fiber for spinning. I'm still not wearing it much, but I love watching the pink slip and twist through my fingers. Maybe someday I'll have a pink sweater after all?
Today's pink yarn was chain plied from "wine country" , a batt from prancing pixel. 123 yards, 10 wpi, containing- bfl/silk, merino, angelina, bamboo rayon, cormo fleece, corriedale x locks, firestar, glitz, sari silk, soy silk, yak down, and tussah silk.
