If you’re anything like me (which why wouldn’t you be? Everyone should be this enthused about dinosaurs), you get excited about a very select number of things: pancakes, pizza, Pantone (see also: Bears. Beets. Battlestar Galactica). Every year I wait with breathless anticipation for Pantone to announce its Color of the Year (and every year I delight in judging it with the same ruthless eye that I view People Magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive). And every year, I end up either rolling my eyes or squee-ing with glee at that year’s selection. Tangerine Tango? Nice color, but lost points for a stupid name. The Russian judge gives it a 3.5. Emerald? YAS PLEASE. Radiant Orchid? Great… super… I love looking like a Victorian ghost. Marsala? Bae (yeah, I said it). So, I’m sure you can imagine (you know, because we’re very similar) how excited I was to hear there was not one, but TWO colors representing 2016… until I found out they were Rose Quartz and the dippily named Serenity (I am a leaf on the wind, watch me soar away from these lackluster choices). “Pink and blue? Really?” I groaned, “Thanks for nothing, Pantone- I’m not about to start dressing like a baby nursery. Call me when the color of the year is as black as Kylo Ren’s emo eyeliner“.
But then I accidentally did.
And you know what? I ain’t mad about it. Turns out colors I thought were only reserved for birth announcements from the mid-eighties actually conspire to create a very easy, breezy, can-it-be-Spring-right-meow-please weekend look! Color me surprised.