There is a new trend in town. Once again, I feel completely out of touch. I hadn’t seen it coming. Given that our car is currently being repaired, I have had to walk a lot more. And I have seen masses of men dressed in pink. Pink shirts are the way to go. Everybody wears pink. Except me, that is.
Obviously, it is even better if you have pink stripes, because, as you know (and if you don’t have a look here) stripes are the ultimate sign of power. Well, I have a confession to make: I am allergic to pink. There is only so much pink that one can take and, with two young daughters, I have had more than my fair share of pink for at least a lifetime. I can’t stand pink princesses and pink dresses any more. I wear everything but pink. So imagine my surprise when I noticed that more and more men are dressed in pink shirts to go to work. Even my neighbour has dyed her hair in pink. I can’t post a picture for obvious reasons, so you will have to trust me on this one. I couldn’t believe it. No pink for me, thank you very much.
But it doesn’t stop here. London is the capital of all colours. I think that it must have something to do with the grey weather: we need to compensate for the lack of sunshine. And compensate some do. This is what I saw this morning and at first I couldn’t believe my eyes.
On the bright side, this young lady woke me up more than my morning’s coffee. The combination of bright yellow socks, electric pink tights together with checked dress and coat just did it for me. I am sure that she would be glowing in the dark.
So tell me, is it time to ditch my classical wardrobe for something a bit, well, brighter?
Muriel – A French Yummy Mummy In London