Perhaps I should go to ‘Large Pink Plastic Toys Inc.’ and get the biggest price of injection moulded rubbish possible. The sort of toy that ends up in the shed a month later, then at a car boot and then sticking half out of a wheelie bin.
I used to work at a model making company and one of the products we helped to develop was Polly Pockets (sorry). I remember the problems we had trying to mix a specified pink for one of their products. This pink was so intense that it had a chemical half life of mere seconds. It was so pink that it wasn’t actually possible to be any more pink! If the Americans had used Agent Pink instead of Agent Orange the Vietnam War may have turned out differently. I believe this pink has since been banned for causing psychological problems and massive environmental pollution.
Oh, the flashbacks, the years of staring at green things (the antidote to pink).
Umm...anyway, I managed to get a very beautiful vintage wooden pushcart in a lovely old deep blue with wonderful illustrations down the side. I filled it up with wooden building blocks and she loved it – both mum and niece! And no one will ever need pink therapy in later life, although there is the potential for the odd splinter...
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