...So Thats Why Mistress Hates Pink!

I bet youre all just dying to know huh? Go on.. I know you are glued to your seats unable to move out of the sheer suspense, and not becuase i have squirted a bucket load of Araldite super contact bonding Adhesive to your sofa!

So why does Mistress hate Pink? why wont I have this offending colour in my house? or my wardrobe? or ruffles, and flounces? well, are you sitting comfortably? then I shall begin...

Imagine this, Mistress is a little 8 year old girl, a bit tomboy'ish, I liked to make mud pies on the building site near my home, I liked to play on my bike - yes.. it was a boys bike.. it was a bright yellow Grifter.. no pretty clinky belled bycicle with shopping basket for me... Noooo! My mother would put me in a nice dress each weekend, and I would either go off to the building site to "bake pies" or help my father tinker with his car in the garage, or sit on the floor and band 2 bits of wood together with a gazillion nails and a big whopping hammer. Ace!!

She gave up after a while.. so she began buying me dolls.. doll houses, baby dolls that pee'd and Ice Cream dolls (the rubbish UK equivalent of cabage patch dolls i think) and Cindy dolls (the equally rubbish UK equivalent of Barbie) so they were promptly discarded, given away or in the sad case of poor old Cindy, she had all her hair shaved off, my older sister's make-up proved excellent camoulflage paint, and she enjoyed her brief time in the Action Man tank my father smuggled home for me, until her sad depart in a bad accident when Action Man took Cindy Paragliding - His "Eagle Eyes" werent quite as effective as I thought... oops!

The Pink thing happened soon after - think as a form of punishment and desperation shortly after Cindy's sad demise... It was School Trip time! We were due to go to some caves with Stalagmites and such, and mum said i could have a new outfit.. she ordered it (or what i though was what i picked) from a catalogue and we waited for it to arrive... and then... It did.

It was a dark dark day in the budding Mistres' life indeed. the new outfit i was made to wear consisted of a CANDY PINK Jogging Suit, with matching PINK waistcoat, with a PINK tshirt, PINK socks, PINK trainers, PINK hairband and a PINK denim Skirt...darn it if there was even a PINK vest and knicker set... Mistress was heartbroken!

Ever seen one of those unfortunate photos someone took which had one kid with the biggest scowling frown ever that dominates the whole shot?

That was me that was....