I find deep hues of pink endlessly cheerful. Case in point; the sight of bougainvillea blooms, punnets of raspberries, beets, watermelon juice, calla lililes, orchids. The Hungry One (a green, blue and grey sort of fellow) was kind enough to let me slip great swathes of it into our wedding colour scheme (there’s a man who knows how to pick his battles).
I love that the bobbing caps that we spy on the ocean swimmers who glide in a pack from Manly to Shelly Beach and back are throbbing magenta (I also love that they call themselves The Bold and the Beautiful). One day, maybe I’ll join them.
I love that there …



