In my head, I like to pretend I had a pink room as a child and that I was allowed to embrace all thing’s girl. That never happened.
I was raised by my grandparents in the middle of the prairies of Canada. The hardware store where one shopped for clothes, furniture, housewares, bedding and bath wares, office supplies, garden and combining needs … was limited in colour selection. There was “sturdy brown,” “sensible beige,” “serviceable John Deere green,” “coal black,” “steel grey,” and “combine red.” Sometimes they got crazy and threw the colours into a floral pattern or even … Read more →