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On Labor Day, I always think of the hard and fast fashion rule that guided my choice of shoes after Labor Day. No white after that day in September that supposedly signaled the beginning of fall. Not that anything was falling. The leaves were still green and well attached unless of course they were dying from the heat and drought. Certainly not the temperature in the very Southern town of Shreveport, LA where I grew up. The only thing that fell was our feet to the floor much earlier than we'd grown accustomed to during our break from school.
Nonetheless, the rule had to be followed. And not just for shoes. No white dresses or pants, though we could thankfully wear white blouses all year. I'm not sure what was supposed to happen if you disobeyed the rule. Perhaps the fashion police would appear at your door as I believed the mattress police might if you tore off that label that warned that it was not to be removed.
They tell me there are people who still follow that fashion rule of the changing season. I'm not one of them. The temperature here in Texas is still hovering very near 100 degrees. I'm still in shorts--white ones today and white flip flops, though I swear I think the sloppy shoes are giving me arthritis in the toes I unconsciously clench to keep the shoes on. I've almost given up flip flops, but not quite there yet. But in honor of the season, I did pot a new selection of fall flowers for my front door. So I'm not a complete season rebel. And I do so look forward to the first day I can walk outside without having the humidity settle on me like wet noodles.
But it is good weather to read a book. Hope you're trying out my Big "D" Dad series. Live Ammo is available now at a reduced price. And the 3rd book in the series, Big Shot, will be out in Nov.
Happy End of Summer. Are you still wearing white?