back in pink

knit- Top Shop

bunny headband- UO

necklace- vintage

leggings- Target

boots- Docs

one day in the spring when i was nine my mom and i began a stroll to a typical chicago neighborhood festival.  she was wearing a pink matching cotton pant and blouse set.  after we crossed the street a group of older boys(probably 13 or 14) began walking behind us.  they were a cacophony of combat boots, harem pants, ripped tees,  patched denim vests, dog tags, suspenders, mohawks, dyed black hair and eyeliner.  

yum, i thought. 

or maybe i just wanted to be them. 

regardless, being there, in public, with my mom, while cute stylish punks stomped behind us...

 was super embarrassing.

 i longed to be in any outfit but the gitano eva joia ensemble i chose that day.

the boy with the dyed black hair came up really tight on us and shouted, 

"i hate the color pink!"

my mom,(barely 5 ft tall)spun around and shouted back,

(much to my horror) 

"i hate the color black!" 

they ran off 

and i stood there, on belmont and clark, stunned.