August--wow--what a month! It's been tough editing the book in the middle of hosting a wedding and trying to get in as much pool time as possible. But I made it!
Now I'm ready to go back-to-school shopping. (No--I'm not a student and I don't have any school-age kids.) But, like ducks gathering in formation and heading south, I can feel it--it's instictive! Even though the high was 92 today, the magnetism of the mall beckons--time to shop for sweatery knits in earth tones and closed-toe shoes. (Goodbye flip-flops--sniff...) Okay, I admit it, there are only about 4 or 5 days in Texas when the weather is prohibitive for sandals.
About the only "fashion don't" I adhere to is no white shoes after Labor Day. So, like the sands through the hour glass, so are the days for my silver-studded, white leather flip-flops (and the cute white bag I got to match at Charming Charlies.)
Do I sound shallow?
Well, I blame that on my mother. How I long for the days when she would take me shopping (read pay for it) every single Saturday while my Dad played golf. At the change of seasons I would come home with so many shopping bags I couldn't remember what was in them. Then I'd have to decide what to wear the first day of school. Did I go for the most trendy outfit which invariably involved long sleeves, ribbed knit and wool plaid? Or did I ease into it, saving my favorite for the third or fourth day, hoping against hope for a cool front to blow in? This was back in the good ol' days when school didn't start until after Labor Day. Summer was three solid months long and seemed to go on forever...
Anyway, after all that shopping during my childhood, I suppose it's fitting I write fashion copy for a department store. But we're working on Christmas right now. My next project is a spring direct mail piece...ahhh...flip-flop season already!
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