Sue Spitulnik

Flash Fiction and personal thoughts



It’s National Pink Day. Yes, there is a day to celebrate a color, or perhaps, the history of it. The National Day of Calendar tells us according to surveys in both the United States and Europe the color pink combined with white or pale blue is most commonly associated with femininity, sensitivity, tenderness, childhood and the romantic.  Pink, when combined with violet or black is associated with eroticism and seduction.

Dating back to the 14th century, “to pink” (the verb) means “to decorate with a perforated or punched pattern.” (I use pinking shears in my sewing room.)

It would have been curious to find pink used in fabric or decor during the Middle Ages.  Occasionally it was seen in women’s fashion and religious art.  In the 13th and 14th century, the Christ child was sometimes portrayed dressed in pink, the color associated with the body of Christ. Pink was mainly used for the flesh color of faces and hands during the Renaissance.

The Rococo Period (1720-1777) was the golden age for the color pink. Pastel colors became very fashionable in all the courts of Europe during this time.  Madame de Pompadour (1721-1764), the mistress of King Louis XV of France, was known for wearing the color pink, often combined with light blue.  At one point in time, Ms. Pompadour had a particular tint of pink made specifically for her.

Pink ribbons or decorations were worn by young boys in 19th century England.  The men in England wore red uniforms and since boys were considered small men, boys wore pink.

Pink became much bolder, brighter and more assertive in the 20th century and 1931, the color “Shocking Pink” was introduced. And of course today, the pink ribbon is the symbol for breast cancer, which way too many of us know about first hand.

If you follow professional golf as I do, you know the younger golfers are often wearing pink shirts and even pink pants. I like that. It’s easier to keep track of them on camera in all that green expanse. In the same realm, if you are a Survivor (TV-show) watcher you will remember Phillip Sheppard wore a shade of pink underpants throughout his appearances. I went to the same school as Phillip and had a chance to ask him why. His answer, “For the good of the camera.” He was right. The cameramen couldn’t keep their lenses off him. Way to go Phillip.

Whatever form this color takes in your day, I hope you are “in the pink”, have not received a “pink slip” and are “tickled pink” at least once today.

It’s National Dress Day. The calendar says to recognize the day by remembering your favorite dresses and the events you wore them for and/or post a picture of you in one.

I’ll give away my age by admitting when I was in school, girls had to wear dresses or skirts. My senior class held a sit-in to have the rules changed so girls could wear pants to school. It certainly makes sense for students to wait for the bus in pants instead of skirts during the winter months, but the sad part is, unless you work in an office, so few ladies wear dresses anymore, we have lost some of our femininity. My husband, in recent years, has made the comment, “Wow, I’d forgotten you had legs.”

I love TV shows and movies that showcase the beautiful clothing once worn; Downton Abbey, Victoria, and My Fair Lady are some examples. I happen to believe women’s clothing styles have evolved backwards. In the old days we should have worn pants and t-shirts because they are easier to take care of. Now days, when we have all the modern tools and techniques, we should be wearing the frills and hoops of the 1800’s. Please don’t throw a tomato at me, I know we wouldn’t be comfortable, but we sure would look good! Now that I think about it; can you imagine trying to drive to the grocery store in a long full skirt. I guess I need to rethink my fantasy.

When I was younger, I loved to get dolled up in a dress and heels. Then the back gave out on me. I have worn nothing but sneakers or flats since 2000. I feel silly in a dress with my ugly shoes. Oh well, better to be comfortable. I also remember, way back in grade-school, waiting years to grow into a dress my older sister had worn. When I finally did, it was so out of style, my class-mates laughed at me, but I didn’t care at the time, it was my sister’s dress and I loved it.

I love to drive by a church in the inner city as the service lets out just to admire the ladies’ outfits. They still know how to dress to praise the Lord. And their hats add something special. I wish I knew where they shopped.




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