I admit I have never had a propensity for pink. As a native New Yorker, most of the time, I lean towards black and grey. When I'm feeling adventurous, perhaps I experiment with blue and purple. Pink, however, is not part of the rotation. That is, until last week when I inadvertently came across a Trina Turk frock that was beckoning me from the sale rack. I dubiously allowed it to accompany me to the fitting room and from the moment I slipped it on, I was hooked. Perhaps it was the St. Tropez self-tanner I had just applied that morning or maybe there were magical mirrors installed unbeknownst to me. Whatever the reason, I was feeling daring that afternoon and I made an impulsive purchase. I wore it to my son's Communion this past weekend and received numerous compliments. So, Dearest Pink, I apologize for casting you to the side. I promise to never breeze past you again. In case you are not convinced of the persuasion of pink, here are a couple of more reasons to embrace spring's prettiest sidekick.
|Dress: Trina Turk, Shoes: Sam Edelman, Sunglasses: Michael Kors (similar ones here)|
|Pink Hyacinths smell divine!|