Pre-Ramble: It never fails. I’m finishing up a stack of pancakes, reading the Sunday New York Times, when something awesome catches my eye.

I jump up, grab a pair of scissors, and cut out the article or photo or whatever.

My office is knee-deep in cut out, must-save newspaper and magazine articles. 

This week was no exception.  (See photo at right.)

For a second, I was convinced that someone had snuck into our house in 1994 and snapped a shot of my daughter’s room … except, upon closer observation, the wall color is way too neutral and there aren’t enough naked Barbies lying around. Apparently, the photo, called “Seo Woo and Her Pink Things,” is part of a Korean exhibit at The Museum of Fine Arts in Houston called “Chaotic Harmony.” Good title.

So, do you see the child — presumably Seo Woo – slumped against the wall (above right)? Yipes. How much pink nail polish can one kid really use?  How much allowance did it take to buy all this stuff?  Look how gigantic those tubes of toothpaste are in the foreground (front left)!  And, where in the heck is Seo Woo supposed to sleep?  (If this was my room, I’d be looking for a sensory deprivation tank.)

Are you thinking what I’m thinking?  I’m thinking that this probably isn’t all really Seo Woo’s stuff.  Look at those clothes HANGING UP in the background!  Look at the way those pencils are lined up …  There is definitely a mom behind this. Or a curator.

Ok, I don’t admit this to everyone. In fact, I may never have admitted this to anyone.  

Sometimes, … I will buy things for my two girls … that I secretly want for myself. It’s usually little stupid stuff, like tiny pink and green vinyl notebooks with a little tiny matching pencil. Or, there was the time I bought us all little matching silver bells with Beatrix Potter characters fused onto the top.  One year, Baby Gap had some pastel colored barrettes clipped to a piece of pale pink satin ribbon with a tiny golden jingle-bell at the end.  Never mind that my girls were too little to have any meaningful hair, they were never allowed to lay a finger on those awesome barrettes. To this day, the object de barrettes are hanging from their dusty satin ribbon on my office bulletin board.

The Take-Away:  There’s something about pink. 

Post Note:  The only thing better than pink, is pink and sparkly. 

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