Pink Sunday

What's it called - you know, when you associate colors with things that aren't, in fact, colors at all?  Ah, yes: synesthesia.  (Thank you, OneLook.com; you are my new favourite dictionary.)  Today is synesthetic - or, to be more accurate, chromaestheic.  Today is pink.

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It's not really any sort of special day; I suppose the clichéd thing to say would be that I'm wearing rose-colored glasses.  But - oh, it is pink today!

It's the kind of day where you feel inclined to whistle while doing chores; I went whole hog and sang along to the new Blake Shelton album while scrubbing the shower.  (Even Jon has memorized Honey Bee as a result of my current infatuation.)

It's the kind of day where you buy sprinkles to put on the cupcakes you've made because, truly, cupcakes without sprinkles on a day like today would be sacrilegious.  (I turned to the Hummingbird Bakery Cookbook, natch, for the recipe.)

It's the kind of day where you put out the white wash to dry on the line in the garden and imagine yourself as Anne of Green Gables, bleaching the bedsheets in the sun.  (LM Montgomery will always be my barometer for how willful girls grow into poised women while never losing their youthful sprightliness.)

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Oh, bear with me while I revel in this unabashed pinkness.  I simply can't help it today!  Hope you're having an absolutely beautiful weekend, too, dear readers.