“The pink sheep of the family.” - Alexander McQueen

Growing up, I never was a girly kinda girl, and memories of childhood consist of being dragged through the girls' department in the shopping mall and being made to try on dress after frilly dress by an aunt who insisted on one for my birthday each and every year.

And like every single rebellious teenager, I rebelled and stubbornly refused to wear skirts and dresses and staunchly hung on to my cords and jeans. My mother used to exclaim, "You'll never find a husband dressed like that!", although the connection between sartorial and spouse I never quite got, even to this day.

Anyway, to her utmost relief, I grew out of that phase and decided I quite liked dresses afterall. Well, not only because they were kinda pretty, they also appealed to my practical 'slip on and go' approach to dressing, instead of having to puzzle over coordination. Also, I was too lazy to iron two pieces of clothing instead of one.

Neither was I into the color pink. Although I admit to owning several items of pink clothing, it's hardly one of my favorite colors. The color pink seemed to scream of abject kawaii-ness, and brought with it visions of Hello Kitty and various other unpleasant saccharine associations.

However, I realised that if said item was in hot pink as opposed to pastel, it was an entirely different game :

Vivienne Westwood Anglomania dress

In the spirit of pink and on the subject of lesser-known labels in my previous post, I also actually really like this tote bag :

Lancel Premier Flirt

Now, I have a rather romanticised relationship with Lancel.

Years ago on my maiden trip to Europe, my bag decided to break.

On Champs Elysees. In the middle of a downpour. In front of Lancel.

So I took it was a sign from above and went in and bought my first quality leather bag.

And the rest, as they say, is history.