Sort of. Since high school, I've been increasingly in love with super pale pink, dusty rose, blush, whatever you call it. It's almost what you would call an all-out obsession. But this sort of pink is really just kind of a warm white, right? So I still excluded myself from being a "pink girl."
That is, up until about two months ago when I realized that I had just bought, without hesitation, neon pink loafers and a pink coffee mug in one go. This was quickly followed by a bright pink skirt from Goodwill, the discovery of a very pink sundress in the depths of my closet, and of course the completion of my neon pink giraffe scarf. We're talking all undeniably, unmistakably, super duper pink.
My bright pink collection, in all its glory.