So yesterday I did something that I've never—EVER—done before. Like, not ever in my LIFE. All 30 years.
I wore white. After Labor Day.
White jeans, y'all. Out in public. To work.
I am about to cry. I am still sort of ashamed.
My mother instilled that rule in our heads from early on. Shiny white, patent leather shoes were bought for Easter and not to be worn a day before. And come the Sunday before Labor Day? Well, you had 12 hours to enjoy those shoes. And those white dresses. And white pants and shirts. Because they were about to get packed away with the summer stuff for a good seven to eight months. No exceptions.
I mean, I didn't even disobey this rule in college. I was so sure someone would point at me. Laugh. And whisper. That uncouth Southern girl. Doesn't she own anything cream?
I never grasped the concept of winter white. It looked as white as summer white to me, and how would people be able to tell the difference?
Through the years, the rules have changed. Relaxed a little. But me? I just. could. not. would. not. do. it. Even when friends who own fashion-forward boutiques said it was okay. White was acceptable year-round. Especially white jeans. No way. Even my mom said it was alright. I wouldn't cave.
Until yesterday. I got a new pair of white jeans for my birthday. And I wore them on September 3. It felt kind of good to wear them, actually. Daring. Risky. And I intend to do it again. Probably all winter long.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Posted by Stephanie at 12:12 PM