'Pretty In Pink'

In the eighteenth century, pink was considered a masculine color — a diluted, vigorous red. Blue was soft and feminine. The reversal happened in the mid-twentieth century, locked in by marketing and manufacturing. Before that: no rule. Pink was simply a color, worn by anyone, meaning nothing in particular.

But in the traditions that predate all of this, pink carried a specific meaning: the color of the heart center opening. Of love made visible. Of Aphrodite — whose sacred color was rose-pink, the bloom of the wild rose, the color of the sky at that precise moment when day decides to become evening. Pink was the color of the threshold. Of the moment that could go either way.

Reclaiming pink is not frivolity. It is reclaiming the divine feminine in one of her oldest colors.

This is for the woman who wears what she loves and is done explaining why.