Like Audrey Hepburn, I believe in miracles, in kissing (lots of glorious kissing!), that happy girls are the prettiest girls, and also I believe in pink. I want to elaborate on that last one: I believe in the power of pink. And the variety and symbolism of pink. There are many hues of this magical color: magenta, rose, coral, pale peony, peach, seashell, and bubblegum, to name a few. Compassion, playfulness, humility, and youth are all embodied by the color pink. When paired with soft greens, the fresh look amps up energy and spirit. In fact, I will argue that when displayed with style, almost anything can be beautiful if it’s pink.
Let’s take the cheap-o stigma of carnations, Dianthus to be fancy. There’s a scene in Sex and the City, during which Charlotte scorns carnations and Carrie banters back, appreciating their simple charm. Especially in pink. I was in the grocery store for some tasty delights when I came across some pretty stems of Dianthus. Sold. Once home, I arranged them un-cut and all mixed in a tall pitcher. Blegh! I thought, “Ok, Charlotte has a point.” But I didn’t give up on them so easily and was inspired to transform those lanky, cock-eyed carnations into stylish cups of dreamy Dianthus. Pink Dianthus. You know, because I believe in them and pink and all… wink.