Pink

There will be lots of pink fabric for sale on my stall at Stash reHash. I don't quite understand how it all ended up in my stash but it isn't going to get used in my household so out it goes.

As any parent knows, with children you don't always get what you think you are going to get. When I heard "It's a girl!" I thought, rightio, I used to be a girl, I've got four sisters, lots of my friends have girls, I know about girls. Well my girl is not like most girls.

For the first five years of her life when her friends were dressing up as fairies, she dressed like a cowboy. Then when they were dressing as princesses she dressed as an astronaut. Now that they are horse mad and dress in shiny bright mini-fashion clothes, my gorgeous, wonderful daughter dissects small animals at her after school science class and dresses like a famous chap who loved crocodiles and died young.

Pink does not feature in her wardrobe and I doubt it ever will.

My son and partner are also not fans of pink. Sometimes, when we are out and about, my partner will point excitedly and say "Look at that! A grown woman wearing pink! What is that all about!". Sometimes he does this even while I'm wearing my favourite 1950s floral frock which is, well, quite pink.

So out all the pink fabric goes to people who will actually appreciate it. Come and get it!