An unexpected realization has popped in my head: I have a bit of an obsession with flamingos.
And the funny thing is I didn’t even know it . . . UNTIL I woke the other morning, looked at my nightstand, and witnessed my miniature flamingo statue standing beside my flamingo Tervis cup. Then later, when I went into my closet, I saw my flamingo TOMS – not to mention the fact that I recently ordered outdoor upholstery fabric to recover our patio furniture in [you guessed it!] a flamingo print.
I’m suddenly being attracted to all things flamingo.
I guess there are worst things I could be fixated upon ;) it just hadn’t occurred to me; which I find especially odd since I try to be pretty self-aware. I’m also not sure why I’m so captivated with them in the first place? I mean they ARE very stunning and I do love their insane pops of pink and their crazy-cool balance.
Okay, so yea, they are a rather rad bird.
“I’m a flamingo in a flock of pigeons.” – Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen