I don't know what it is, but the closer it gets to Valentine's Day, the more I want everything to be pink.
Somewhere around the 8th of February I find myself seriously craving pink frosted heart-shaped donuts, pink lemonade, strawberry fro-yo, Bazooka bubble gum and honey smoked ham... and I don't even like ham.
The same thing applies to my wardrobe. One day I'm wearing my go-to neutral tones, the next I'm all Molly Ringwald circa 1986 reaching for pink minis, skinnies, watches and whatever pink prom dress I can find at the thrift store to revamp Project Runway style.
The top half is sugar and spice and everything nice in a ladylike shade of cotton candy pink while the bottom half is chic, understated and crystal clear. I want them. So much more than that honey smoked ham.
I'm off. I suddenly have an urge to create a Pink Floyd station on Pandora.