Catch Ya On the Flipside, White Jeans
And just like that, Labor Day is here. My September welcome wagon (complete with a happy dance, new Pinterest board, closet overhaul and a growing birthday wish list) provides enough pure, innocent joy to keep me up at night. Still, I’d be remiss not to tell you I’m already missing the snails pace lifestyle of summertime as it takes it’s final bow.
With the humidity and endless heat of the dog days came a carefree, relaxed routine in the Byland house. We stayed up late, slept in late, and took catnaps on the couch in the mid-afternoon. We wasted hours on I don’t even know what; it was a break from productivity.
And, when the temperature dropped into the 80’s making it bearable to cover my legs, I wore my white skinnies. Before I go further, I better remind you that I’m not running a fashion blog here. Nope. If I was, why would I be talking about white jeans when surely you won’t be wearing them again for the better part of a year?
Good. I’m glad we got that out of the way.
Miss Conservative Closet over here loves her white jeans. They’ve got this soft, stretchy, overwashed feel against my skin that makes me happy every time I pull them up. They also have a way of brightening any outfit I throw together. Oh, they please me so!
What do I love most about them, you may ask? I love that I’ve worn them for 3 summers in a row and have yet to spill red wine on them. And I drink a lot of red wine in these babies. Reasoning will tell you that wearing my white jeans makes me more of a lady (because ladies aren’t sloppy enough to spill red wine on their clothing). This is true. I love my white jeans because I transform into this young little lady the moment I get dressed.
So, while I’ve beaten a dead horse on the fact that I suffer Seasonal Affective Disorder all summer long, and while I’ve beaten another wild horse running through the fields on the fact that I love autumn most of all, I will miss my white jeans. And the proper lady that wears them.
May they hibernate peacefully in the back of my closet.
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