I don't know what's come over me. Maybe it's the perpetually grey weather that's taken over Kentucky or maybe I've finally tired of dressing like a boy the majority of the time (probably not), but I have suddenly fallen in love with pink. The past few months I have had deep, unexplained yearnings to wear sweet, demure clothing in pastel colors, cover my fingers in dainty rings, and sip tea from darling teacups in beautiful gardens. Is this what it feels like to be a normal girl? If it is, I just might like it.