Think pink

I never used to be a 'pink' kind of girl. I don't do make-up, or nail polish, or ear rings. Really, not my thing. When I wear a dress or a skirt people think there's something going on (like maybe an interview).

Maybe it's the menopausal hormones. In the last couple of years, I have found myself attracted to pink clothing. I have a few pink t-shirts and baseball caps. In the last six months, I have also acquired several skirts because I actually liked them.

Saturday, while shopping for shoes (another girly thing that I've started getting into), I became somewhat enamored with a light blue adidas backpack. It had a special padded pocket for your laptop, in addition to loads of other space and pockets. For a variety of reasons, I was unable to purchase the object of my affection. So, I decided to shop for it online. Low and behold, I found the backpack online in pink! I did not put in the order immediately. I spent several hours mulling the purchase over. I kept coming back to my computer and admiring the backpack.

Finally, I gave in. Meet my new best friend:



I'm kind of ashamed and excited at the same time. From a usefulness perspective, it is fantastic. However, I could have ordered it in all black. But then, where's the fun in that?