Actually if you don’t count today it’s thirteen days before my white clothes and most importantly, white shoes must retire to the back of the closet.
Yes, I live in the south and yes, people will wear white year round. Me? Not so much. I grew up with the, you-never-wear-white until Easter Sunday morning. You then wore white through the summer until Labor Day.
What am I wearing today? White Capri’s, red and white top, and white sandals.
This doesn’t mean that I’ll never break down, because the white pants can happen once in a while, they’re usually more of an eggshell white though.
Does this make me weird or old? I’m not sure. People don’t feel the same way about those types of “rules” anymore. So should I say, screw it, I’m wearing my cute white sandals and any other white outfit I want to? Maybe even wearing it a week or two after Labor Day?
Hmmm…probably not. I’d hear my mother in the back of my mind reminding she raised me better than that. I don’t know about you, but I not so fond of the mother guilt of any sort running a muck in my brain.
So, what about you? Do you wear white anytime of the year? Or are you like me and put it away once Labor Day passes? And really, who decided it was Labor Day as the end of the season anyway?