I think I've said this a couple of times before: as much as I love pink, I don't go out wearing allover pink!
One thing I've realized is that life is a big circle:
1. we are born girls and they dress us head to toe pink, and that is part of our first memories
2. there is a middle phase were we rebel against everything, pink included
3. a phase where we can't wear too much pink since the husband/boyfriend/son will abuse us to no end
4. a last phase, when we don't care about what anybody else thinks, and we go back and embrace that pink we missed so much!
Unfortunately, this last phase puts us in the fashion disaster category! Remember her?