No…Hello Kitty has not thrown up in my suitcase.
Have I mentioned I’m going to hip-hop kickboxing camp?
Tomorrow morning, I will touch down in Orange County, California where after months of anticipation I will finally be united with my fellow pink team members.
Our official name is “Pink-a-boo” — you’ll be able to spot us by our matching hot pink, plaid fedoras.
As my flight leaves at 6:45 in the morning, some preparations were in order for this evening. It’s not as if a pink suitcase like this just happens without any effort.
So, I grabbed my best gal pal and hit the mall.
My excitement for all things pink might have prompted me to wear a shade of lipstick could be considered a tad bit bright for the Northgate Target store.
I had originally purchased the lipstick to wear with my 80s ensemble at the NKOTBSB concert a few weeks ago. Let’s just say my fuchsia pout was a much bigger hit at the Tacoma Dome than it was in the hosiery department.
When people began to stare, I immediately wiped it off with the only thing I had handy…a Fred Meyer receipt from this weekend’s grocery trip.
Yet the confused stares from passers-by didn’t seem to go away. Perhaps it wasn’t the lipstick so much as it was the lipstick turned war paint?
Again, before you judge me, please recognize that this was not my idea. Remember the gal pal I took along on my shopping trip? She suggested I try it while we were in the Target dressing room.
I’ve since decided to never take advice from the dog again. I really should have come to this conclusion after the last incident.
Let’s just say I learned the hard way that Bac-Os do NOT work well as bath salts.
But all’s well that ends well…and I must say, I’m quite happy with my Pink-a-boo wardrobe. Let’s take one last look…
But don’t look too close…otherwise you might think you see a pair of XL pink leggings from the little girls department, which of course are a figment of your imagination. Why would I shop in the children’s department?
And no, my jeweled flower hair clip is most certainly not from the Hannah Montana accessory line at Claire’s. It…um…didn’t come with a free scrunchie, either. No, of course not, that would be silly.
And just to be clear, I would never ever ever be caught dead in a Disney Princess pink ruffled headband I found on clearance for $2.49.
Nope, not me. Wouldn’t dream of it.
Something else came in the mail today…just in time for camp. It’s not pink, and wasn’t purchased from The Disney Store..but I think it will be making the trip to Cali anyway.
So, while I may look like a bad Elle Woods impersonator all weekend, at least I’ll have this puppy.
If Louis doesn’t redeem me from a lifetime of electric pink tights and candy colored mesh gloves, I don’t know what will.