tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977488290349944310.post360453309013424809..comments2024-02-23T00:51:49.714-08:00Comments on Origami Girl's Heroics: In which I progress to pinkOrigamiGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363693347175865326noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977488290349944310.post-76007311329473082502012-04-18T07:10:07.109-07:002012-04-18T07:10:07.109-07:00What an interesting read. I too have had a very fl...What an interesting read. I too have had a very fluctuating relationship with pink. It's still not a colour I'm likely to reach for first, for all the reasons you specify but I have undergone a slow rehabilitation in my attitude towards it. Oh, but Polly Pocket - the proper tiny ones that disappeared up vacuum cleaners and down crevices in the floorboards. How I adored mine! I still have my Polly POcket fairy garden somewhere.Rosalindhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11916652711513095607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8977488290349944310.post-58044043870979504032012-04-17T15:41:05.993-07:002012-04-17T15:41:05.993-07:00Love this hun. I can totally relate. I realised la...Love this hun. I can totally relate. I realised last year that by hating pink simply because it was forced on me and I viewed it as conformist I was actually allowing society to control me, though perhaps not in the way that it thinks. Now I have pink things for the first time ever (though still in a slightly more nature/gothic/rock chick sort of way).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com