I picked up this blouse at the thrifts the other day:
I am about to do a big batch of over-dyeing of clothes and thought this shirt would come out well with its print and textures. You see, I am not a fan of white, pink or pastel and hardly ever wear them, at least as outerwear.
But for some reason I stayed my hand on this blouse. Maybe because we are into spring now? I don't know exactly.
Stylistically, I come out of a long background of rebellious dressing tied to underground music scenes. Hardcore punk of the 80s, and grunge in the 90s. I was wearing 50s dresses with converse sneakers and combat boots in the primary-colored, neon-drenched 80s and serious goth, all black clothing with dead white makeup (including white mascara), at the beginning of the 90s. Then there was a period of serious guy dressing---men's military pants (the old school tailored kind) with tank tops, guy's bowling shirts or ratty band T shirts. I was aiming for rebellious and tough, and pink just didn't figure into that equation. Pink symbolized traditional girlyness, which symbolized weakness and bowing to the status quo. Pink was the color worn by high school cheerleaders, sorority girls and young mothers, people whom I had no connection with.
But here I was a few days ago with a pink, floral blouse wondering why I wanted to wear it. I ended up wearing it all day yesterday. And I was...somewhat uncomfortable. Part of me liked it, and part of me wants to throw it into the dye bath as soon as I can. It does look good with the olive green skirts I have too many of. Which part of me will win out? We shall see...
What is your relationship to pink?