Wearing White After Labor Day

Wow…two years since I last blogged!

As fall quickly approaches and summer becomes a distant memory…many are reminding us that it’s time to put away our white clothes until Easter (or is it Memorial Day?).

I used to follow this “rule” and I remember the first time I broke it.

I took a modeling class at the local mall when I was in high school. I had no delusions that my 5’3″ not model skinny frame would bust open the doors to short, curvy girls everywhere hoping to grace the pages of fashion magazines and strut up and down  catwalks. I took the class because they taught fun stuff like make-up, hair, and fashion. Something else they taught that none of us were aware of, self confidence. At the conclusion of the class (sometime in March) we were all going to be in a fashion show in the middle of the mall where friends, families, and strangers would watch us strut up and down the catwalk in the Dillard’s Spring Collection. The clothes were provided but we had to wear our own shoes. My outfit required a pair of white Sam & Libby bow flats. I had wanted a pair of these shoes since first seeing them in Seventeen (to this day, my heart still flutters when I see the Sam & Libby logo). So I made my way up and down the catwalk without tripping or falling and while holding my head high and remembering to smile. The following Monday, I wore my new Sam & Libby’s to school. A classmate complimented my shoes and added that she also had a brand new pair, but her mom wouldn’t let her wear them until Easter.

Since then, I’ve broken the rule hundreds of times but every time I was aware that I was facing a fashion taboo and wondered if I would be confronted, questioned, judged, or *gulp* murdered (remember “Serial Mom”)!

A few years ago, a fashion blogger I follow reiterated this rule and swears by it in her own life, claims not to pass judgement on those who break the rule, but clearly has a small window of acceptable exceptions to said rule. Around the same time, right after Labor Day, some colleagues and I were discussing the rule and they had either never heard of it or thought it was stupid and didn’t follow it.

So I began wearing white after Labor Day regularly and the fears of confrontations, questions, and judgement began to fade, but they were still there…a little.

Well, Labor Day has just passed and once again, I approach my closet with the “should I” or “shouldn’t I” questions when it comes to my beloved white pants. This year I was determined to completely squelch any and all lingering fears of judgement by others. I decided I needed arguments for breaking the rule and I came up with a great one. Why are we putting away a pair of pants we wore just yesterday when the weather is exactly the same today and will be the same for the next however many weeks? If we suddenly had a 20 degree day in the middle of summer would we not don our sweaters and wool coats just because they’re not meant for summer? I felt empowered and I wore white pants with confidence at least five times last week!

But then, a little sneaky bit of guilt crept in and I decided I needed another argument. I began reading online articles about the rule and support of not following it and I found my mother of all arguments…Coco Chanel didn’t follow the rule and white was often a staple in her wardrobe no matter the season. The clouds parted, angels sang, and I was completely free from all guilt and fear. I saw a shining light in the cracks of my closet doors, when I opened the doors, it was all the pieces of white in my closet, looking just a little crisper and a little brighter, no longer shouldering my shame.

What am I wearing today? Black slacks and a black/off-white printed blouse. It’s a lovely outfit, work appropriate, and weather appropriate. Did the shame get me again as I chose what to wear today? No, not at all, it just so happens I wore white so much last week that all of my nude panties are in the laundry :P

The A to Z of Me

I saw this on Allie’s blog and had to play along.

A. Age: 35

B. Bed size: Queen. Bob and I started out in a Full Size bed and did just fine since we snuggle all night but it is nice to have a little more room.

C. Chore that you hate: Most of them…I enjoy doing laundry and the rest I only do because I have to.

D. Dogs: Sadie…our almost 2-year-old golden retriever/yellow lab mix…she is the best :)

E. Essential start to your day: Diet Coke

F. Favorite color: Pink…but I rarely wear pink…I tend to choose black clothing…but not in a goth sort of way

G. Gold or silver: I wear both but more silver than gold

H. Height: 5’3″

I. Instrument you play: I played clarinet for about a year in 5th grade…it didn’t stick

J. Job title: Executive Assistant (to the President of the company)

K. Kids: Jackson Edward…my 11 year old son…I also have a 24-year-old step son (Brian) and a 20-year-old step daughter (Heidi)…and no, we’re not having anymore

L. Live: Poolesville, MD…love this little town

M. Mother’s name: Justine…but I call her Mom or Mommy (yes, still)

N. Nicknames: Never really had one…Jackson calls me Mom (sometimes Mommy but that’s becoming more rare)…Bob and I share various pet names…but not really nicknames

O. Overnight hospital stays: My own birth…Partial Thyriodectomy when I was 20…Jackson’s birth…and I stayed with Jackson when he was admitted at 16 days for Beta Strep (I wasn’t actually the patient but I did stay overnight int he hospital for a week)

P. Pet Peeves: I have to agree with Allie on people talking on cell phones in a public restroom…ugh…I hate that! 

Q.  Quote from a movie: I don’t often quote movies…more often it’s TV shows…Seriously? Seriously! from Grey’s…I can equate a Sex and the City episode to pretty much any real life scenario…so I’m constantly saying “OMG, there was a Sex and the City episode just like this!”

R. Right or Left Handed: right-handed but I am left eye dominant so I shoot left-handed

S. Siblings: I have 2 older brothers. My dad remarried and I gained a younger step sister and 2 younger step brothers (twins)…my dad adopted them so they became my half siblings and they added one of their own which was another half sister…BUT…I didn’t really grow up with my half siblings so I still consider myself the youngest and only girl growing up.

T. Time you wake up: Between 5:30 and 6:00 am on weekdays. On weekends, if I don’t have to set my alarm for anything, then I sleep until whenever but I’m usually up by 8am.

U. Underwear: boy shorts

V. Vegetable you hate: Asparagus

W. What makes you run late: Not being able to decide what to wear. Telling my son to get a move on 1000 times. Playing spider solitaire or words with friends on my phone.

X. X-rays you’ve had: hands and wrists (broken pinky, various sprains, DeQuervain’s), ankles (broken ankle, sprains…I’m a perpetual ankle twister but that doesn’t keep me out of heels), knees (patellar tracking disorder), lungs (pneumonia), tail bone (cracked twice falling down the stairs and falling in Target trying on roller blades), elbow (thought it was broken after hitting the wall snowtubing), nose (3-year-old head slammed back into my face)…my mom thinks I’m clumsy

Y. Yummy Food that you make: Chicken Pot Pie, Chicken and Dumplings, Cupcakes, Cookies, Breads…I’m a baker…and Jackson says my baked goods are better than anyone else’s :)

Z. Zoo animal: Polar Bear and Komodo Dragon…I like looking at all of the animals at the zoo…but I rarely go to the zoo.

Mishaps with my Mom

My mom and I have a great time together! We spend hours shopping, laughing, and talking and always yearn for just one more day together.

But we also often find ourselves in mishaps when we’re together. During my last visit with my mom, we reminisced about some of these mishaps and she said I should blog about them…don’t know why I never thought of that before!

So, I’ve dedicated a page to “Mishaps with my Mom” and will be posting funny stories about the special mother/daughter bonding we often find ourselves in.

Coming soon…eyebrow threading, eyelash tinting, elephant charging, dog attacking, and Italy (yeah, we mishapped all over a couple of countries)

We have learned from these mishaps…

1. The only beauty regimen we are allowed to do together is a pedicure…so far those have been safe

2. Although our travels often involve mishaps, we will never stop travelling together because it’s always fun and we bring back some amazing stories

3. My husband and my step dad are two very special men that “get” the relationship my mom and I have

More to come…stay tuned…and make sure you pee before reading any of these posts because Pinkchick cannot be held responsible for ruined upholstery ;)

Cleaning Out the Insides

Boy…with a title like that, I bet y’all are worried this is my recount of a colonoscopy prep experience…but nah, that was a couple of years ago and I’ll spare you the fun details ;)

This is actually a food thing I have that I just kind of decided to randomly write about.

So, we got Toaster Strudel (rasberry) the other day. We haven’t had them in years…so it’s a nice treat…and we had a coupon…yay!

I was enjoying one for breakfast…ok two…but I did eat them slowly and one bite at a time…not all one on top of the other style…although the icing would make a nice adhesive and that might be something to keep in mind on those running late kind of mornings…anyway…Jackson walked in and asked what I was doing as I scraped the majority of the fruit filling out of the flaky pastry shells. I explained rather sheepishly that I think there’s too much fruit filling so I scrape some of it out. I gave him a bite and he asked to have them for breakfast the next day.

So it’s the next day and Jackson is enjoying his toaster strudels…fully intact…well cut in half to allow for cooling…those things are like lava encased in pastry…but I didn’t gut his like I did mine. After breakfast, Jackson strolled into the kitchen and said he agreed that there was too much fruit filling and he would prefer his gutted from now on. I smiled and decided that either I wasn’t a weird food freak or that if I was, at least I was in good company with my kid :)

Then I started thinking about this whole fruit filling thing…did I have this hang up in other areas? Yes, in fact I do. I have been known to eat just the outside crust of a pop-tart because I think there’s too much filling in those too. I also scrape the insides out of egg rolls and just eat the outside shell. I ate a donut this morning and ate the outside and left the apple cinnamon goop center in the trash…I guess that’s what inspired this blog post.

So yeah…I’m a little weird when it comes to filling…or perhaps I’m a pastry purist and just enjoy the foundation more than the fluff.

30 days of blogging…FAIL

Well, the 30 days of blogging didn’t motivate me like I had hoped. Mostly because I hate taking pictures of myself. Ah well, perhaps I will revisit with a modified 30 days of blogging sans pictures.

We are a bit snowed in here in the suburbs of DC. Not as much snow as last year (not yet at least) but it sure seemed to knock everyone for a loop. Another storm is headed our way mid-week next week but no details on severity yet. I have been wishing for snow since the first week of December. As they say, be careful what you wish for…but I’m not sorry I wished for it, got it, and can probably expect a lot more before winter bids adieu.

I’m enjoying married life more and more everyday. I still get giddy when Bob refers to me as his wife and when I refer to him as my husband :)

30 Days of Blogging

This is just what I’ve been needing…blog homework! I hope that these 30 ideas will give me the inspiration I need to get back into blogging. The intention is not necessarily 30 days of consecutive blogging but perhaps I will even be motivated to blog about completely random stuff in between these 30 ideas. This will hopefully give me some focus and structure to rediscover my love for blogging.

Day 1 – A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself.

Day 2 – The meaning behind your blog name.

Day 3 – A picture of you and your friends.

Day 4 – A habit that you wish you didn’t have.

Day 5 – A picture of somewhere you’ve been.

Day 6 – Your favorite Superhero and why.

Day 7 – A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you.

Day 8 – Short term goals for this month and why.

Day 9 – Something you’re proud of in the past few days.

Day 10 – Songs you listen to when you are happy, sad, bored, hyper, mad.

Day 11 – Another picture of you and your friends.

Day 12 – How you found out about blogs and why you made one.

Day 13 – A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.

Day 14 – A picture of you and your family.

Day 15 – Put your iPod on shuffle; first 10 songs that play.

Day 16 – Another picture of yourself.

Day 17 – Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why.

Day 18 – Plans/Dreams/Goals you have.

Day 19 – Nicknames you have; why do you have them?

Day 20 – Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future.

Day 21 – A picture of something that makes you happy.

Day 22 – What makes you different from everyone else?

Day 23 – Something you crave a lot.

Day 24 – A letter to your parents.

Day 25 – What I would find in your purse.

Day 26 – What you think about your friends.

Day 27 – Why are you doing this 30 day challenge?

Day 28 – A picture of you in the last year and now, how have you changed since then?

Day 29 – In this past month what have you learned?

Day 30 – Who are you?

Arrrrr…Happy Talk Like a Pirate Day!

You’ve been waiting all year for it…today is Talk Like a Pirate Day!

Read an interesting and fun article here. Basically this holiday was started by two guys that liked to rib each other. But not with the same old standby jabs, oh no, they used pirate lingo in their banter!

And really, we don’t talk like pirates enough these days. So celebrate International Talk Like a Pirate Day today! Arrrrr, Matey!

Here be some of me favorite pirate phrases:

I’m a love pirate and I’m here for yer booty!

Is that a belayin’ pin in yer britches, or are ye just happy to see me?

And a short list of me favorite pirates:

Captain Feathersword

Cap’n Crunch

Captain Jack Sparrow

Me pirate name be Black Charity Flint (get yer own here)

Keep in mind, it’s TALK like a pirate day not DRESS like a pirate day

For more fun on this here Talk Like a Pirate Day, get yer booty over to talklikeapirate.com