My soul is the love child of pink and purple. Actually my soul is probably the whole collective of children in the pink/purple hippie commune. All tints and shades would be represented – mauve, magenta, lavender, rose. The stodgy, stoic hues of blue and the rigid reds would not acknowledge us. The browns, tans and other earth tones would not take part in such frivolity, such nonsense. Although truth be told, one of us did have a fling with a rich chocolate.