I broke down today and bought a couple of pink items for my daughter.
If you have been reading this blog, you know how I feel about pink!
But... hold on a second and hear me out. The pink stuff I bought, came from the Harley Davidson store in York, PA.
Yep, Abigail will be the envy of other little girls everywhere, because she will have little pink shoes bearing the Harley logo and she has a hat that says "Born to Ride."
Don't get me wrong, the only motorcycle she will be on is the kids version of a motorized "bike."
I am sure she will choose the "Pink Harley" to match her outfit. That I can live with, because I used to own a Pink Sportster.
It was not my choice for colors, but was a result of a joke, played by a fellow military sergeant, in exchange for a full sized fridge. Yes, I had to ride it on base in my uniform. You get the picture.
My point is, if I really have one, is in some cases I think pink, might be OK. It is probably even more than Ok if it is on a beautiful baby girl named Abigail decked out in a "Born to Ride" beanie hat and hot pink Harley Davidson shoes.
