What’s with the jersey, Girl?
“I believe in manicures. I believe in overdressing. I believe in primping at leisure and wearing lipstick. I believe in pink. I believe happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day, and… I believe in miracles.” -Audrey Hepburn
The first time I ever purposely wore pink was for a Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure event, at which I ran in honor of my grandmother, a breast cancer survivor. But before then, I always hated pink. I never wore it. Nor did I wear bows, ruffles or pink frosted lip gloss. I was a seriously dramatic choir girl with a brooding and sensitive reputation to protect. Yes, I loved clothes and make up, but if the color was pink? Pass.
Flash forward to 2012 and chances are you will see me sporting some piece of hot pink athletic wear that I decided, at some point, I couldn’t live without. There is a theory floating around out there proposing that our tastes in pretty much everything changes every 7 years. For example, if you didn’t like tomatoes as a child, chances are you will begin liking them at some point in adulthood. That makes sense to me. I was never a fan of cheese or anything pink and now I seem to beeline for the cheese samples at Whole Foods and anything pink in the athletic-wear department. My Polar HR Monitor is hot pink. My reflective running gear is hot pink and now I can add a ridiculous hot pink biking jersey to the list. I tend to buy things based on how they make me feel. I’m a retail marketer’s dream consumer. I’m sure that mine isn’t the most efficient purchase-making process, but this jersey made me laugh. Who doesn’t like to laugh?