I have obviously contracted a raging case of scarlet fever, or perhaps I’ve come down with the Pepto Bismol Flu. Because my new appreciation for hot pink can only be explained by a fit of delirium. Now — I’m a black, white, and brown, kind of a girl. Sure, I like loads of bling to slick it up, but at heart I love my drabby neutrals. Except I have recently developed a strange, inexplicable attraction to hot pink. It’s probably because the hunny says it doesn’t look good with my hair — which makes me like it even more.
Whatever. You can’t deny that a dash of hot pink puts the schwing into spring.
Girl, you know you be a sexy beast.
Yes, I realize I mixed my gender metaphors there, but it may just be that hot pink is a transvestite hooker with a heart of gold.
Hot pink’s interests are: It’s Raining Men, lip gloss, and having better legs than me.
But you know what? I like her. A lot. Hot pink is sharp, funny, edgy, and adds a touch of in your face glamour to any room.
Did I mention versatile? Pair her with other brights or darks and she will hold her own.
Pair her with neutrals and she will coyly bat her false eyelashes at you with a flirtatious wink and a nudge.
Laura Day via Lonny
Display her on your pedestrian TV in full frontal view, right next to your haute pink James Nares painting, and you will be a GENIUS.
In closing, I leave you with this showstopper of an image, which is not to my usual taste. At all. For starters, I don’t know who allowed a giant clam to crawl across the floor and die a horrible, ugly death beneath the console table. But that swath of hot pink brightness rescues the whole room from stuffy old lady land. And do you know what the paint color is called?
That’s what I’m talking about.