The First Day of the Rest of My Life
“Decorated in pink, with pink tile floors, light pink walls, and pink swiveling chairs for the ladies, it was the most popular parlor on Cape Cod. “Women like pink. It’s feminine and sweet and reminds everyone of pink cupcakes. Come and give your momma a hug. I love you so much, Pink Girls.”
There were four crystal chandeliers, lots of mirrors, and a wall full of those dryers that women drop over their heads—all in pink. A large back room with pink fainting couches, called the “resting room,” was always filled with women “gathering their womanliness back together and filling themselves with pink strength,” my momma said. Coffee and tea, lemon water, pink lemonade, pink divinity cookies, and pink mints made women feel a bit pampered. Momma looked away when the ladies passed bottles back and forth and cackled too loud.
She always wore pink, maybe not all pink all the time, but her outfits always had pink trim, pink lace, a pink collar. She believed in “embracing my womanly femininity.”
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