Pink and easter always go together in my mind, something to do with spring and rebirth and promise I suppose, although why pink instead of green or blue, I'm not sure. The intellectual side of me, the student of history and literature, always remembers that not that long ago pink was considered much too strong a color for girls, even watered down as it is, still too much of a reminder of red with its associations of warriors and blood. Good thing we are at least somewhat past those days, although I still adore a man in a pink shirt.
Anyway, the pink Lafayette 148 New York dress came in two weeks ago and seeing as it was so close, I decided I need a new Easter dress this year and that pink cotton would be perfect. This picture was taken after Easter services and is a little rumpled but still looking good. I went to the earliest full service which meant I had to get G out of bed early and didn't have time for pre-departure photos, but it was worthwhile. Afterwards I was in such a good mood because I always love the music at the Easter services and most of the congregation joined in for the Halleluliah Chorus at the end. I sang the alto part, which I still remember from when my junior high school choir sang the entire Messiah, as well as those high school years in the church choir; I didn't pass the audition for our high school choir. Of course this time I had the orchestra and the choir to help keep me on track as well, and as usual, the higher alto notes are out of my range so I had to drop down to tenor. That too brought up great memories of when a friend and I would trade parts sometimes in church and he would sing alto and I would sing tenor. I don't think the organist appreciated our efforts but we had fun.
Anyway I think my Easter-Pink association probably dates back to a particular pink Easter dress I had as a child. It was a pretty full-skirted number which had a little off white bolero with it. I adored that dress and I dreamed of pink patent mary janes to wear with it. I remember begging and whining for those shoes, making a terrible nuisance of myself, and being told they were completely impractical. And yet, on Easter morning there they were, waiting for me to wear with my pretty pink dress. I held on to those shoes for years, until there was no chance of even squeezing my foot into them. They made me so happy; the memory of them still does. I still like having a pair of pink shoes in my closet, like this pair of Manolos, which are at least 7 or 8 years old.
This post is part of Visible Monday. Pop on over and see what others are wearing. And also take a peek at the pretty pink tulips Materfamilias posted yesterday. Don't you think they would look just perfect with my dress? Easter and pink just go together.