Growing up in the 50's and 60's was the best and worst of times. Great junk food, overcooked everything. Fabulous rock and roll, crooners, punk, Motown, all of it started, yes I think so, back in those days. And all selective memory processes in place, a PRINCESS was definitely what we all longed to be, dreamed of becoming, and would have traded everything to embody. The satin and silk, lace and ruffles . . . and the PINK, Oh my goodness! How we loved LOVED pink! And then we grew up. The life of a princess was more often than not traded for twinkies and Wonder bread, creekbeds and cornfields, mosquitoes and fireflies. But somehow, through some amazing twist of fate, the most glorious little PRINCESS walks into my life and she is not afraid of anything . . . dreams, wants, wishes, and especially not pink. In her eyes, all is beauty.