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Wednesday, 28 November 2012
Pale Pink
I was seventeen when a friends mum gave me an outfit in this pale pink colour,the material was like a shimmery tulle and I loved it and I had some happy times in that outfit.I think its one of nicest things I have ever recieved.
My artist friends,is there an outfit in your life that will always stand out and why.
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I love your pink rose, Azra. So soft and pretty! I don't have a certain outfit that comes to mind, but as a child, I loved red tennis shoes. If you're wearing comfy red tennis shoes, you just know it's going to be a great day!
ReplyDeleteA very lovely pink rose! I fondly remember a purple velvet coat with plaid lining that my Mom made for me when I was little. She made my doll one to match and I still have it and some other hand sewn doll clothes.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful soft pink rose , really like it ! I have no special outfit that comes to my mind, sorry about that :-)
ReplyDeleteYour pale pink rose is beautiful, Azra. I love the story that you shared... what special memories!
ReplyDeleteHello Azra:) I know this color is your favorite color. You told me ones:) I love it on this rose. The details in this rose are so wonderful painted! I did a lot of thinking but I can not remember a special outfit. I'm sorry:(
ReplyDeleteLovely rose , great job on those shades of pink.
ReplyDeletenice memories and thanks for sharing :)
This painting has a very immediate impact...vivid, and delicate at the same time. I remember a lovely soft silvery faintly purple rose that used to grow in a neighbor's yard...I wanted a cutting from it so much! Never did get the nerve to ask...but I carry that rose around with me nonetheless.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pink, somehow reminded me of pure satin!
ReplyDeleteI like your little questions! :-)
I still remember a green velvet embroidered frock that was gifted by an aunt, though it was years and years ago, some dresses are etched permanently in our minds.