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in the pink

Funny how things come out in the wash.

Lately I’ve been trying to stem the flow of pink into our house. Not that I have a problem with pink per se, not at all. In fact I happen to be particularly partial to pink. Goodness yes – I am known for having painted a large proportion of our old flat in a particularly delicate shade… and I like it especially on my husband – who, I might add, can hardly be persuaded of this fact…

…which is kind of the point here.

For me it’s all about context… and shade (call me fussy) – I’m generally a hot/dusky/coral pink girl… even neon in certain circumstances – and I like to think of myself as an ambassador for ‘right use of pink’, an unashamedly rosy counterpoint to its blanket vilification by ‘right on’ gender-aware PC parenting purists.

However, there is a particular pastel candy colour reserved for little girls that I really do struggle with, and we seem to have a lot of it strewn around our house right now. Since the arrival of our second little girl the gender ratio here has notched up a gear and candy pink parcels have been arriving through the letterbox almost daily. On top of this, my toddler, who is now enforcing decisive (and rather idiosyncratic) control over her wardrobe, appears to have developed what is veering on a clinical predeliction for all things pink (surely nothing to do with her mother?). Meanwhile, as I strive to tick all the (other) PC boxes, I realise with a sinking heart (mea culpa!) that my homemade babywearing sling is (a rather lovely shade of) pink… and even my homemade, naturally dyed playdough turns out (a rather disturbing shade of) pink (thankyou beetroot – my daughter’s creations  now all have an unnervingly visceral look about them ).

It’s enough to make me blush…

But surely I can offset these PC blunders with my EC efforts?

It appears not.

On scouring the charity shops for pure wool jumpers to felt for some terribly PC, EC home-made split-crotch pants, I discover there’s little to be found except, to my despair, two pink women’s jumpers. Resigned to my fate, I brought the pink jumpers home and popped them in a hot wash to felt, along with the nappies (save another wash load, I thought)… and, well I probably needn’t go on…

My heart sank as I checked the machine in its concluding cycles…

Yup – there you have it: A pair of PC, EC pants in a very non-PC colour…

…and a whole lot of pastel pink cloth nappies (so much for the undyed organic cotton)…

But hey, Dilys looks pretty chuffed with her new ‘sumo’ pants, and I’m pretty pleased with this little number (did I mention I have a penchant for pink?). They’re modelled on my ad hoc ‘tie-nappy-over-split-pants’ solution, and they’ve solved a lot of my EC technical problems. Discretion, easy access, warmth, comfort, absorbency of the odd leak with all the benefits of wool (warmer when damp, no need to wash frequently and no lingering odour if they’re just aired out to dry) and… well, doesn’t soft pink lambswool with a bit of ice blue trimming lend this EC thing a bit of… gosh… glamour? Who knows, these little pink pants might even convince the EC sceptics…

  • Ooo, well they *are* rather stylish! 😀

  • hazel

    gorgeous pic, Zos. Irene andI I sitting inside in our hotel in Tropea with nothing much to do (another day of rain!!) so I’m catching Irene up on the doings of the Coleridges. xxxxx

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