Continuing with the pink theme... so for Christmas I requested a passport cover to protect my precious book from the daily wear and tear. Mom sent Dad on the mission to get me THE passport cover. Apparently at his place of purchase, he had 2 choices - blue or pink. I should probably mention that I really am not much of a pink person. The only request I had for my mother back in college when she was repainting my room was "whatever you do, no pink." I now have a "rose" bedspread... Anyway Dad's thought process was "Hmm, Maria = girl. Girl = pink." He got the pink, which isn't just any 'ol pink, it's in-your-face hot pink.
Like many fathers around Christmas, it wasn't before long that he got the you-messed-up speech and was about to brace the pre-Christmas chaos to make the exchange for a more suiting color cover, when he got a call from me. He confessed his error, I said no worries, I would just laugh now whenever I saw the pink eyesore in my bag. Well... last weekend in crossing the Moz/South Africa border, the pink passport earned me the name Pink Panther. The Mozambicans on my bus had quite the laugh from it... every border stop... "hey, 'Pink Panther' we need your pink identity..." One border patrol agent mistaking my pink passport for a fellow male passenger's commented "huh, so you like pink, eh?" The wrongly accused male responded, "No, not mine.... it's pink panther's" (and gestured towards me in the back seat).
And now I have a pink dress to match it. I think I'm turning a new leaf, embracing a section of the color wheel formerly overlooked....
