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Coat Zara

Jeg elsker lyserød, men går aldrig med farven. Både fordi jeg som rødhåret barn/teenager konstant er blevet mindet om, at det ikke er min farve og fordi jeg altid er lidt bange for, om jeg vil komme til at se for lillepige-agtig ud. Men da jeg så denne frakke i Zara for et par uger siden, var det kærlighed ved første blik og jeg måtte eje den. Der gik dog næsten 14 dage, inden jeg turde rive prismærket af. Hver morgen inden jeg tog på arbejde ville jeg prøve den og genoverveje mit køb. Indtil for et par dage siden, hvor jeg endelig var klar til at springe ud som rødhåret lillepige med lyserød frakke.

Den beslutningen skulle jeg dog hurtigt komme til at betvivle. Min stedmors første reaktion med næsten væmmelse i stemmen: “Hvad er det?”. Ja, hun talte naturligvis om frakken. “Den farve havde jeg aldrig troet jeg skulle se dig i”. Den mindste havde heller ikke meget begejstring tilover for den lyserøde jakke, som vi gik ud for at forevige den. Den var både for stor, lyserød og så kradsede den. Ja, min stakkels frakke fik ikke mange pæne ord med sig. Alligevel tog jeg den på igen mandag til kaffedate med min veninde Panni og hendes reaktion var præcis det jeg selv havde tænkt, da jeg først så den. “Den er meget Jackie O” var hendes vurdering. Og så var jeg glad igen.

English: I love pink, but I never actual wear the color. Both because I as a red-haired child/teenager constantly was reminded that it wasn’t my color and because I’m always a little scared of ending up looking like a little girl. But when I saw this coat in Zara a few weeks ago it was love at first sight and I had to own it. Almost two weeks pasted until I finally was ready to rip off the tags. Ever morning before I left for work, I’d try it on and reconsider my purchase. Until a few days ago, where I finally was ready to come out as a red-haired little girl with a light pink coat.

That was a decision I’d quickly question. My stepmom’s first reaction with almost disgust in her voice, “What is that?”. She was of course refering to the coat. “That’s a color I never though I’d see you wear.” As we were walking out to eternalize the coat, the youngest too didn’t have much enthusiasm left over for the pink coat. It was both too big, pink and on top of that it was itchy. Yes, my poor coat didn’t get many compliments. Still I wore it on Monday for a coffee date with my sweet girlfriend Panni and her reaction was exactly what I’d thought myself, when I first saw it. “It’s very Jackie O” was her assesment. And just like that I was happy again.