For three delightfully sweet reasons, this Valentine’s Day has caused me to go back in time. With my children’s steps no longer tiny, they often ask what is was like for me growing up when I was their age. Hmmm…..the stories, well not all, began to flow.
A crush is defined as a brief but intense infatuation for someone. In theory, I guess you might call my 5th grade heart flutters for the one and only boy in my homeroom class a “CRUSH”! Oh yah, me and the other 12 gawky girls had googly eyes for him and only him. Until that is, the deafening recess bell would ring which would quickly unleash a whole new world of potential crushes on the playground.
This particular crush was during the Michael Jackson Thriller craze and involved a pair of faux, hot pink leather pants I painfully would sport around in. I distinctly remember excessively wearing them, but felt it was somehow justified. Wowzers! I am going to end right there.
So, that brings me years and years and pink leatherless pants later to now. Even now, I adore hot pink and I guess you could say I have a crush on it. From time to time this pink crush may be brief when I find a piece, or long-lasting that I cling to.
Here are some of my pink crushes at the moment……timely, sweet and leatherless, except for the belt of course!
And, as with most of my ramblings, I like to end with the sweetest crush……



























Love the girl’s rooms with matching decor, and the French Madeline cookies at the end!
Good memories.