When I was a little girl, like most little girls, I loved all things pink. I had my dad paint my room pink, I loved Barbie and I had a pair of pink pants I wanted to wear every single day. The last decade or so the only thing pink that I would gravitate toward is a glass of Rose wine. I really blame Paris Hilton (not kidding) she single handedly sullied the color pink for me. Being blonde and wearing pink just seemed wrong. I haven’t worn it for years and I even had a hard time putting a pink collar on my dog. I am slowly starting to come around again but it has to be the right shade of pink, more blush than bubblegum like this dusty rose trench coat. I personally always have to toughen up something as girly as a pink trench coat so black and white stripes and some distressed jeans do the trick. I may just be falling in love all over again, however I doubt my husband will ever go for a pink bedroom!
Happy Friday Babes! xoxox Zia
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