I always resent the notion that some clique of designers will decide which colors will be "in" this year. Beautiful art is beautiful regardless of the year or the fashion. Just sayin'. Not that I have anything against rose quartz. But in my mind, it's no better than a rainbow of other colors, and a few that aren't in the rainbow at all. There just seems to be a bit of insufferable something* here. Who died and made these folks the God of Art?
*something = chutzpah, ego, pride, audacity, bluster, braggadocio, brass, cheek, conceitedness, self aggrandizement, ...