It’s Party Time at Inkvent! Check out this pretty pink Shimmer ink.
The shimmer here is subtle - either that or I didn’t shake the bottle enough. I can see it on this swatch if I tilt the card, but it doesn't really show up straight on. So I stuck a chromatography strip in the bottle. Ah, there’s that pretty blue shimmer!
Speaking of pink, I hated the color from the age of 7 until I was in my 20s. There's a reason.
I shared a bedroom with my little sister. The walls were pink - the same exact shade of pink as Pepto Bismol. One morning I woke up feeling very unwell. I thought about not getting up and telling Mom that I was sick, but I was afraid I'd be diagnosed with Fake-itis. (Fake-itis was a common disease in our house, along with Mocus in the Crud and Mopery Dopery in an Attempt to Gawk.)
So I dragged myself out of bed, washed my face and brushed my teeth, got dressed in my school uniform, and went down to the kitchen. I thought I might feel better after breakfast.
My Mom took one look at me and said, "You're as white as a ghost! Come here!" She put her hand on my forehead and said, "You're burning up! Go back to bed."
I gratefully turned around to snuggle back under the covers, when Mom recalled me. "Here, take some of this."
She had poured a great big spoonful of Pepto Bismol for me. I dutifully opened my mouth, and swallowed the thick pink mixture.
Pepto Bismol is supposed to coat and soothe. Did it? No, it did not. Instead, I threw up violently all over the kitchen floor.
Well, the next thing I remember is waking up in bed.
In my bed with the Pepto Bismol pink sheets, the Pepto Bismol Pink curtains, the Pepto Bismol pink walls...
I shut my eyes immediately and didn't open them again for hours.
Score one for aversion therapy.