Gamine – Day 28
Well, at least for me. I haven’t worn any white clothes in almost ten years. Before I started my blog, most of my clothes were a kind of a beige cat puke color — clothes you could get serious yuck on and then trick yourself into believing that no one could tell.
I wore this outfit for my glamorous Gamine photo shoot. I felt like maybe I could wear white again, so I put it on, ran out of the house, took some pictures and as I was running back into my house to tear off the outfit and quickly put it in protective shrink wrap, I noticed the pants had gotten dirty. There were no children or animals within ten feet of me the entire time I was taking pictures, and so, the only conclusion I came to was that dirt just leapt on me. You know, like the dirt was thinking… Well, well, well, let’s teach miss white fancy pants a thing or two…
I know it wasn’t the running into the house that got me dirty because I was doing that weird mincing/hopping motion people do when they’re trying not to get their heels stuck in the ground. It’s not quite as weird as the “trying to avoid getting wet in the rain dance”, but it’s a close second.
The whole white thing is too bad because Gamine is such a white style – crisp, clean, and oh, so lovely. I’m not sure when a mom can safely wear white again. Does anyone know from experience? Or even more intriguing, are there any moms out there that wear white with young children? If so, what are your secrets?
I await, Oxyclean in hand, for your replies…