Pink is one of those colours I try to avoid yet find myself drawn to. Evidently there is a recessive Barbie gene embedded in the generations long before that lolly dolly was even dreamed of. However, the sight of children ladled with lurid pink clothes to match accessories, prams and bikes fair makes me puke. Because that’s it – the word conjures sight and sound of sick.
Of course there is no such thing as just pink other than a proportional red and white paint mix which spins invitingly into candy floss watercolours. I’m enticed! Perhaps it’s because I was never permitted bubble-gum and maybe I’ve a closet of ballerina dreams with satin and tutu, netting and tulle. And talking of closets, I own up to having a pink jumper – admittedly quite a pale pink which under the glare of shop lights convinced me it was coral. People say it suits but am not sure Grannies should wear baby pink, not in public anyway.
Very little artistic imagination is needed to conjure all the possible shades of pink that there are, with their equally dreamy names of carmine, crimson, Persian rose and amaranth but just the sound of Baker-Miller Pink (B-M P) is a like a slap in the face. A hot cheeked flush one would think, yet perversely a tone that has been cooked up to reduce hostility. Take pure white indoor latex paint, mix it with with one pint of red trim semi-gloss outdoor paint and out it pours at the RGB rate of 255, 145, 175. Now decorate prisons and inebriates’ interiors with it and what we have is futuristic Soma in paint:
“Eyes shone, cheeks were flushed, the inner light of universal benevolence broke out on every face in happy, friendly smiles. Even Bernard felt himself a little melted.”*
But the effects don’t stop there – for all us do-don’t dieters, yo-yo eaters and fist-in-mouth food lovers, the B-M P can also suppress appetite! An OMG, amazing, must-have Kendall Jenner of a colour. Given that Baker-Miller Pink has double the food allusions it is even more astounding. But when you look at this colour in the flesh as it were, the answer to the riddle is simple. It makes you want to puke! No desire for fisticuffs or a raid on the fridge after some B-M P eye-candy.
Now there’s food for thought – how about a Baker-Miller Pink refrigerator?
*Aldous Huxley: Brave New World
An impromptu in Pink for the WordPress daily challenge