Until six-and-a-bit years ago there was very little pink in our house. Then Miss M arrived. Pink started to creep in, bit by bit. I don't think it's even her favourite colour, but there seems to be an unwritten law that states 'girl-child shall bring pink into your life'.
I blame this lady for some of it. Apparently she's never heard of Barbara Cartland and doesn't realise that there is such a thing as over-accessorising with pink. I can't criticise the pink car though - when I first met My Beloved he had a pink car. Through choice.
Even inflatable guitars can be pink. If there's one pink (and white and red) thing I do really love it's the crochet blanket which I'd love to take credit for but in fact I got it in a charity shop. One day I'll get the hang of crochet enough to make a similar one. It can't be difficult can it? It's just a gigantic granny square I think.
I am unfairly using this as an example - the bunting has many colours, including pink.
Eventually it rubbed off on me. Though I should point out that I bought these because they were really cheap and despite the slightly shrieky colour (now toned down with splashes of brown woodstain from painting the fence). But I love them because they are very comfortable and very useful and, I admit rather grudgingly, they do bring a bit of cheery colour to my feet. Just not as much as my red shoes!