When I was a child, I did not have white things. “You can’t get white, you’ll get it dirty,” my mom would say. I didn’t wear white for the first six or seven years of my life.
Then came the day I was to graduate from Velcro shoes to laces and I fell in love with my first accessory: a pair of white lace sneakers with purple accents. And I begged and begged and begged until my mom finally folded and got them for me.
Needless to say, mere hours after purchase, the shoes were white no longer due to playing with my neighbours in the mud. My mom took away the shoes and I had to wear my ugly old Velcros for the rest of the year (and explain to all my friends that I did, indeed, know how to tie shoelaces, I had just lost the privilege).
Well, I’m 27 now and although my mom would still prefer I not wear white for fear of me getting dirty, I am now legally old enough to make those decisions for myself (but only just).
If there’s one steadfast rule I’ve learned about fashion, it’s that whatever we think is cool right now, Europe thought it was cool days, weeks, and months before us. Earlier this summer I was in Spain and I saw a lot of white dresses. Low and behold, girls are out in their virginal best, braving the dirt and sweat of Ottawa summer. And I too, proudly don my whites with the confidence of European reassurance and the satisfaction that, if I do get dirty, I only have to answer to myself.
With Labour Day fast approaching, you may think your days to get your whites their brightest are limited, but let’s just say f*ck it this year. Live dangerously. Let’s just all be brides whenever we want, k? Maybe just avoid the mud.
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