This is a photo of Lily at six months and you’ll notice something…there is not one pink thing in sight. I’d banned it from the moment I discovered I was having a girl. Friends and family could buy clothes and toys in white, at a push lilac or yellow BUT NO PINK was to ever enter my house.
Of course everyone thought she was a boy and in the end I’d just tell well meaning old ladies that her name was Harry just to avoid the question of why she was in jeans and a t-shirt.
Let me explain my aversion, I was a 1970’s tomboy as a child and I loved climbing trees, riding bikes and playing in mud. Pink was not a colour that was terribly practical for any of those activities.
