I don't like pink. I liked it for a small time in the late 80's. I think this was because I had mostly blue clothes and Jocelyn had pink.... Jocelyn and I were similar in size growing up. We are 2 1/2 years apart. But she was taller for her age. She was also very muscular. So we had similar sized clothes. To tell the clothes apart, my mom bought my clothes in blue and Joss' clothes in pink. Now that I'm a mom, I can see the wisdom in this. I guess when we were little, mom asked what our favorite colors were, and this is what we decided.
My girls wear pink. Mainly that is because I like them in pink. Especially fuchsia.
So here is today's story. I don't like pink, but I have lots of pink clothes. You will see me wear them often. Why? Ryan likes me in pink. He likes me in girly flowers too. Just take a look at my snow/muck/rainboots.
Maybe someone may think:
"What about YOUR OWN style and preferences. Doesn't he need to love you and how you look even if you were in a burlap sack?" Didn't he choose you and not the clothes you wear?
Well, yes. And he would. But he especially likes me in pink. Just like I prefer him to have a goatee. Or I like a certain pair of jeans on him. Or I like how he smells after he's been working around the farm in the morning. I prefer it. I love him all the time. Just like he loves me all the time.
Wrapping.
When I give a gift, I like to wrap it. I like to wrap the gift appropriately. Wrapping aimed at the gift receiver. Wearing pink is like putting a special bow on a gift. Just a little more thought and consideration.
Where to draw the line?
I cannot wear pink with sparkle on it. I just can't. I also cannot wear leggings.
My identity.
Does this ruin WHO I am? No. It just doesn't. WHO I am is not based on what I wear, or what others think. It's just based on WHO I am.
My favorite color is green. Oddly, Ryan really does not like green. Sad. I do have some green wardrobe, but not much. But what am I looking at? Not myself. I put green around the house. Ryan wears green for me. Yay!
So I wear pink. I wear pink for love.
The barn.
My mom always talks about painting the old barn. You know, that old falling apart barn with the peeling paint? It would look loads better with a fresh coat of paint. Maybe the barn should be painted red, or blue, or green? Maybe the farmer gets to pick the color because he works around the barn all day? Maybe the farmer smiles a little more when the barn is in his preferred color?
Our first house we painted yellow. Butter yellow. Just after we painted it, we'd pull in the driveway and smile. Talking about how beautiful that yellow was. Taking pride in the yellow house. Was it the same house as before? Yes, but it looked all the better to our eyes in butter yellow.
Pride
I was prideful. I was prideful of my appearance. I took identity in what I wore. I wasn't even a trend setter. I was just a lady in jeans and a sweatshirt. Sheesh! Isn't that the same as wearing only name brand things? Silly. What was I trying to prove? Clothing, hair and appearance are just some exterior thing that helps draw people to our countenance? Right? The person we are on the inside.
The point
Anyway, I know ladies who wear lots of makeup for their husbands. Or others who wear jewelry, straighten their hair, perm their hair, wear those awesome high-healed boots, etc.... I also hear women telling me their husbands would like them out of their sweatpants or P.J.'s when they get off of work. People, let the farmer paint the barn a little. Just a little. Pick one thing they like. It's OK to stretch for someone you love and respect.After all, he really loves and respects you too. Do it for love people.
Note:
We plan to paint our current house green! It was Ryan's idea!
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