pretty in pink

you know what they always say, “If life gives you lemons, make lemonade.” so, if life gives you a pink apartment, are you supposed to buy tacky pink furniture?

some blessings just really come in the weirdest packages. i don’t blame my aunt, in fact, she doesn’t even have to explain. i know. i understand. it’s kinda funny, in some ways. of course, she’ll have that apartment painted pink. she’s always wanted a pink room but she was blessed with three boys and well… me, her almost orphaned 28 year old niece, who after so many years, finally asked for her help. so, naturally, she went out of her way to have the place painted pink. never mind that i’m no longer 15 years old. never mind that i don’t particularly like pink, never mind that the apartment is orange on the outside… and now pink on the inside.

i am not complaining. she’s taken care of everything, all i had to do, really, was show up. i could have tried to speak up and risked hurting her feelings… but she will be devastated. she was expecting me to fall in love with the paint job. first, i ask for her help and now i’m speaking up??? whew. one step at a time, I. one step at a time.

who cares if i have pink walls, peach doors and dark brown trims? i do. i had it all planned, modern but homey… i had a color scheme in my head… soft blues, cool but not cold, sweet but not tacky…

but… well, maybe living in a pink apartment for a few months wont hurt. but if i go crazy, you know what to blame.