You know those rules that have been around forever that don’t really pertain to well, life anymore? The ones that are meant to be broken…”‘Don’t eat dessert before dinner’ (do my gummy vitamins count?); ‘You can only clean hair by washing it’ (hello, dry shampoo!); ‘Don’t swim after eating or you’ll get a cramp and drown’ (has anyone ever drowned after eating a ham sandwich? Highly unlikely.) I could keep going but you get the idea. “Don’t wear white after Labor Day” is totally one of those extinct etiquette rules that I love to break and if wearing white jeans in November is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
Let me preface this by saying that in general, I am not a rule-breaker by any means. Never have been, likely never will be. In my college sorority, my pledge name was “Finster” (attractive, I know) after you named it, the worrywart, goody two-shoes Chuckie Finster from Rugrats. I’m not the Tommy going on nap-time adventures after busting out of his crib; I’m the Chuckie getting sucked into such things and dealing with the consequences. Maybe it’s because breaking the rules never fared me well, like that time I trespassed into the woods in high school to hang out with the remainder of the sophomore, junior, and senior classes. The police came, I was forced to hop a fence in the mad-dash getaway and as a result, I ripped my jeans so badly that my rear-end was hanging out the entire sprint back to my friend’s house. Was flashing half the high school for a solid five minutes consequence enough? Accurate. Long story short, big or small, guidelines are my thing. I like rules except when it comes to fashion. Now that that’s settled, let’s get back to the post, shall we?
It has been instilled in American culture for ages that wearing white is reserved for the spring and summer time only, between Memorial and Labor Day. My family, too, abided by this rule growing up and although there were some exceptions like on Easter, the white wardrobe season came and went as fast as summer vacation. I read a magazine article several years ago that announced that it was now appropriate and even “fashion-forward” to wear white all year long. Could it be that one of etiquette hard-liners most sacred rules is actually a thing of the past?
To anyone still abiding by this once-perceived fashion faux pas, I’m happy to inform you that it’s 2015 and white denim is now considered a year-round closet staple. That’s right, go on, girl! I was naturally hesitant at first (remember, I’m the Chuckie), but over the past few seasons, I began to incorporate white into my wardrobe more frequently and I’m so happy I did! Yes, I relish a nice pair of crisp white jeans in the summer with a breezy tank and wedge sandals but have found that same pair to look equally chic in the chillier months. I love to pair my white pants with a cozy, chunky knit turtleneck, a blazer over a thin sweater, a plaid button-up, ballet flats, booties, knee high boots…the possibilities are endless.
So what do you think? Is not wearing white after Labor Day a rule that’s stuck in the 90’s or something you still abide by? Let me know and thanks for reading!