Pink, especially in a hot variation, is best served in tiny doses.
To complement, to surprise, to enhance, to jazz up, to peek out of; but never to star.
Or at least for me, wearing pink usually results in a Where’s Wally? kind of get-up; you have to look closely to see where the precious hue is hiding.
I love my All Stars
and my candy-link necklace.
The kiddo line-up.