How to get your man to live with pink (happily ever after)

I read somewhere once that pink was the color for dressing baby boys in during the 1700′s since it is a muted form of red, which to this day, is thought of as a masculine color. Well, somewhere along the line that whole idea went totally out the window and most men today recoil at the very idea of pink entering into their field of vision at any point during the day. I, however,  love love love pink (I almost bought a pale pink wedding gown, but my dear daddy wouldn’t have it) and have found a successful way to incorporate it into the home I share with two males. (Granted, one of them is unable to voice his opinions on any aesthetic choices yet, but maybe he’ll come around by the time he can talk, and I’ll have saved his wife a whole lot of trouble.)

1.  Introduce the idea casually. Use words like “fuschia” or “sorbet colors”, don’t say the actual word “pink”.
2.  Bring in items slowly so that the process happens gradually without causing any shock. I started with the wallpaper, but initially convinced him it was more red than anything. Next I bought the pillow and brought in peonies from the yard. That set the tone for the kitchen curtains and tablecloth. Next I put Queen Zozo up all over the kitchen.
3. Ask him “What do you think of this new arrangement in the living room?’ Oh, you like it? You know, it’s pink. It’s hot pink.. . . . like hot Barbie pink. . ..  and you are ok with that?” You are? Oh good.. . .  So. . .  what do you think about painting the bathroom a light creamy sort of berry color?. . . 

This white lamp on the table is the one from the second hand store , I painted the pair of them white and decided to split them up for now. I hope to find two matching shades later and put them in the dining room flanking my watercolor painting of a giant PINK flower.

I might go for a more artsy print from Amy Butler or Anna Maria Horner  with the curtains but in the mean time this pink stuff is fun for the kitchen windows.

My sister-in-law and I found this print  in the airport in Denver of all places (during one of the looooong layovers that make you  peruse every store 6 times slowwwwwwly just so you don’t have to go sit in a chair for another hour of mindnumbing boredom). I decided this odd little girl had to come home with me and live in my kitchen. She kind of reminds me of Freggie.