Pink

One. So it turns out that I've come to own a pink raincoat, a satchel with a dash of pink, and wait for it... a pink wallet. All this is set off by a fresh coat of deep rose on my nails. How did this come to be? Was the pinkness a part of the future I'd envisioned for myself? I think not. But destiny plays funny tricks.

Two. The advantages of attending an all-women yoga class:
1. You can wear what you want.
2. You know that your butt is not being checked out when you're doing forward-bending asanas.
3. Even if your bra strap peeks out - no sweat: we all wear 'em.
4. The instructor can give extremely accurate instructions. A few examples:
(a) "Place the supportive belt horizontally across your back - exactly where your bra-strap is located. "
(b)"When you're doing shirsasana (effectively standing on your head), trim your stomach and buttocks. We don't want to look pregnant."

Pink, you hereby receive a warm welcome. :)