Classic Lolita

Softer colors, more subtle in detail & print. Classic Lolita reminds me of dresses my grandma used to buy me for Sunday when I was little. There was a dress boutique called The Sugar Plum Shop...real old school with a bee hived sales woman who had a tape measure. That part I wasn't crazy about. LOL What I was crazy about were the dresses. They rustled when you moved and the skirts would bell out when you twirled. The sashes had satin bows you could rub between your fingers or crinkly organza ones that would proudly puff out like fairy wings behind you. Velvets to sink into and comforting quilted bodices with embroidered flowers or bright beads winking up at you. The fabric really had a life of its own. My favorite dress was a navy blue one that had soft purple roses on it. My grandma asked me if I'd prefer a pastel pink or blue instead but I already had dresses like that. And this one was special, a little more mysterious and different. It also had the twirliest skirt you ever saw. That's what sold my grandma on the dress. I have no idea what happened to it but I remember it very fondly.

How Pink & I Got Back Together Again

Once apon a time in the mid 1980's there was a little girl in an art class. They were passing out construction paper and among the colors was pink. But there were only so many sheets of pink. Just as she was about to reach for the last one, it was snatched away by another girl who snapped, "Pink is only for pretty girls!"
Well.
It was bad enough what that child said. But the worst part was that the little girl, I mean, I believed her. I forgot about the incident for a while and my world filled with respectable blues, browns, blacks and grays. This was fine because I went to Catholic school and that was our uniform. When I went to public high school I kept to that spectrum. I didn't want to stand out. At home, however, with my mom's help, I painted my bedroom a pale peachy pink. This later morphed into light purple because it was deemed "more grown up". Pink was for little kids or really preppy girls who matched their socks to their sweaters. Girls too stuck up to talk to me and my friends. "Pink sucks!"
For a while I never saw pink very much. Maybe it was in hiding after being so abused. I kind of felt like that too when I was a teen. When I got married my bridesmaids all wore blue. I didn't want to be the bridezilla who made everyone wear, OMG, pink! But I felt a thrill when I realized my florist had mixed pink flowers into all my bouquets. I think somehow she knew.
Then one day I watched a new comedy with Reese Witherspoon in it called Legally Blonde. And then I watched it again. The next day I went out and bought a pink lipstick. And I've never been the same since. I've been so much better! It's sad when I think how many years me and Pink lost together all because of a silly misunderstanding. Anyway, the moral of the story is, don't waste time worry about what other people say. So that's the story of how me and Pink got back together again. The color. Not the singer. Although I like her too. Pink on, and Happy Valentine's. :)