I’ve been trying to ignore all of the fuss around “millennial pink” (the dusty, opposite-of-Barbie pink that’s quickly established itself in the world of fashion and beauty and interiors as the shade du jour) but I have to admit that it is very easy on the eye. This is the colour that I would have painted my room, aged twelve, had I not spotted the shade Pink Panther Pink and been wooed by the name. Good grief, it was lurid. In fact I think that Pink Panther Pink was skirting boards, windowsill and picture rails, the walls were a softer Country Pink. A pink symphony. Or pink nightmare, perhaps.
I’ve been trying to avoid pink for most of my adult life, but I’m afraid to say that it’s winning me over. And not even in an ironic way – it’s not as though I want to “toughen it up” with black biker boots and a leather jacket, or “keep it edgy” by wearing it with a monochrome-striped boiler suit. I just like to look at it: unadulterated, peachy-warm, non-blue-toned pink.
And on that note, some of my current beauty favourites. Pink ones.
The Slip pure silk pillowcase (bottom right of photograph) is something of an anomaly, because I haven’t thoroughly tested it yet, but I am going to crack it out this week and report back. I’ve heard great things about Slip: apparently they use the highest-grade silk and so the pillows are supposed to be great for reducing frizzy bed-head as well as ...