If it's not one thing...

...it's your mother. As the saying goes. Growing up, I was always told by my mother that you cannot wear white shoes after Labor Day. Why? Because. I'm sure I could Google the thinking behind this thought and find out exactly what the reasoning is, but in the end, it's because my mom said you can't. And like many things, my mom said you can't wear white shoes after Labor Day because that's what her mom always told her. So we don't.




Now I consider myself to be relatively easy-going, with-the-times kind of gal. I'm not scared of people with tattoos, multiple piercings, purple hair or far out fashion. Some people just like to present themselves with a little more flair than others, and I like that. While I myself tend to dress on the conservative side, it's just because that's my style. I don't subscribe to any doctrines that suggest how I dress. I'm rarely seen in anything but Target jeans and t-shirts. It could even be said that I have little fashion sense. Gasp. Long sleeves in July. Flip flops in January. Whatever. It's just this one thing, this one fashion faux pas ingrained in my genes.
I can't bring myself to wear white shoes come September. I just can't do it. White purses either. Now white athletic shoes, those are still OK. And I promise that I really don't even care, that much, if you choose to wear your white shoes and carry your white purses after Labor Day. After all, I don't have a good reason not to.
My girls are the owners of several pairs of sweet white sandals. And being that today is Labor Day, I had to put them away. I put Baby G's in the garage sale pile. They won't fit her by next Easter. That's when you can wear white sandals again, in case you were wondering. Lilly had several pairs which I scrubbed and put away for Ginger to wear when she's bigger.
It felt good to clean out the "shoe shelf" that holds all of my kid's shoes. As always, we're trying to bring more order to our house, and every little bit helps. Being that we're in East Texas, it's still very hot here. The high's this week will be in the mid-nineties. Lilly will most likely be asking me where on earth all her white sandals went. And I will tell her that I put them away. Because she can't wear them anymore. It's after Labor Day. Some things never change.