Having spent an entire childhood dressed solely in pink I have now grown into an adult with a condition which can only be described as ‘Pinkphobia’.
I’m thinking now that maybe I was just being a colour hypochondriac…
After a particularly hard day at work today I came home to find our christmas present from my partners mother starting to bloom. Instead of being repulsed/disappointed by the fact that it was indeed pink I began to appreciate its beauty.
‘Nature’ has a way of producing colours which design can not even begin to replicate. From minute cells to jelly fish to lichen maybe theres still a bit of pink joy left in me yet..