A while back (if you'll recall) I wrote of my disdain for all things pink. Thus began my quest for adorable babygirl clothes in greens and browns and blues as well as my DIY babyclothes-making ways. I was determined to raise a girl without pink, in protest of the irritatingly feminine color. No pink for MY daughter. My daughter will wear blue and green and browns and reds ONLY. I sent this memo out to various women in my family (mainly my mother) so they wouldn't shower Fable with pink. Everywhere, pink.
"But it's so cute!" my mom would say, over the phone, browsing local boutiques to spoil her soon-to-be-born granddaughter.
"No, mom! Absolutely not!"
Pink was never my thing. Even the word "pink" always seemed annoyingly... pinkish. Tacky. Paris Hilton meets Victoria Secret sweatpants with rhinestones on the butt. Annoyingly prim and feminine and not my thing at all.
"Fable will NOT wear pink" I announced to friends and blog-readers alike. "NEVER!!!!!"
"You will TOTALLY change your mind," my friend and fellow mama told me while I was pregnant with Fable. "I said the same thing when I was pregnant with Kennedy," she said, pointing at her daughter dressed head to toe in various shades of pink.
"Ugh. No way. I have FAR more willpower than you do, my friend. Absolutely NO pink!"
And then Fable was born and wrapped was she in a pink receiving blanket and from then on... Well? My world was turned upside down. I fell instantly in love... with pink. Or should I say, Fable IN pink.

Fable closing in on 3 1/2 months, growing like a pink weed
...It's just that pink looked so sweet on her. It looked prettier on her than blue or brown or even green. Pink just suited her. She was born pink and exuded pink all along -- a feminine child with a storybook face, giant pink lips -- even her hair was pink! (Fable is currently a strawberry blonde.) Hell! I would change her name to Pinkette if I could. Pink is just so... Fable. In fact, as soon as Fable moves in with Archer (the two of them will share a bedroom until we can afford a bigger place) I'm painting her side of the room PINK! To match her PINK bedding. OMG. Seriously? What happened to me:

I have a daughter who wears head to toe pink and I LOVE it. Love.
And so I take it all back. Kendra, you were right. Mom? Go ahead and knock yourself out. Let's all just do up the town in pink. Miles and miles of pinkity pinky pinkerton.
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