Pink?

Pink. If you'd asked me when I was pregnant, I'd have told you that if I were to have a girl, they would not wear pink. I don't know where that decision came from. I, myself have had pink hair in the past and before I met Ben I even owned a pink table and chairs to match my very pretty cupcake kitchen. I grew up very much as a "tomboy" (I'm sure this branding is probably not allowed now a days as why can't a girl like boy things etc.) I favoured wearing my brothers' clothes over my own. I quit ballet to play football. I grew up free to be who I wanted to be. I doubt my parents were worried that I'd rather wear a tracksuit than a skirt and I think my brother enjoyed having someone to play football with. 10 years later, I had pink hair, had pink furniture and a questionable amount of Hello Kitty teddies. Regardless of how "masculine" my choices were as a child, I went on to be the epitome of girl.

So why, if I had a girl, did I not want them to wear pink? 

Part of me feels frustrated that many shops, Asda in particular, have an aisle of pink clothing for girls and an aisle of baby blue for boys with a mini section of  adventurous grey for those who want "gender neutral". I dislike it for being the obvious choice for a girl. I like to be a little different. That's where my dislike ends.

Bronte wearing pink as a baby will not define who she becomes as a child or an adult. It is a colour. As Bronte grows and develops likes and dislikes for colours and clothing, she can wear what she likes. In fact, I avoid pink ordinarily as I like variation but I'm really starting to LIKE pink. It matches her little pink cheeks and complements her fluffy blonde hair. Wah. There we are, it's out in the open now. I THINK PINK IS MORE THAN OK.

Many shops are picking up on anti-pink mums now though, I'm quite a fan of a lot of girls clothing recently!

Let's all take some time to appreciate the mighty colour mustard. That colour is a firm favourite with many at the moment, regardless of the fact that it distinctly reminds me of Bronte's milk poos. Got to love a bit of mustard.