Several self proclaimed "fashion experts" have declared that it is now okay to wear white shoes any time of the year you want.
(How do you spell the sound of a train grinding to stop for a washed out bridge? Think about it and insert here.)
Why can't we just let rules being rules?
"But I'm such a free spirit," you may say. Okay then, Miss Free Spirit, go ahead and run a red light and see what happens. Why not break that rule too?
"Well, someone could get injured if I ran a red light" you say.
Fine. Let me tell you right now that you injure my eyes if I see white shoes on your feet before Easter and after Labor Day. It even goes far enough to give me a headache. Borderline nausea.
Here's the deal; If you aren't a baby, bride, or retro nurse with a blue cape lined with red satin, put the white shoes away during that sacred fashion time. This world needs rules.We need order. We need to know what to do. It's peaceful that way.
In the South we know it's like putting peanuts in your Coca-Cola, or taking chicken casseroles to grieving neighbors, it's just what we do. No rational explanation, it's just the way it is. Period.
"But down here in Dixie, it's often warm in the winter," you say.
I say, if you keep insisting, we will know you went to college on the west coast and probably occupied something or the other. You also probably don't make casseroles.
Winter white? It's close to ivory, somewhere around beige or ecru, and usually made of wool or another heavy winter fabric. Well now, that's quite alright, darlin'. My preference is to wear winter white clothing and pair it with dark shoes. Remember, it's all about the shoes.
So for all of us with cute white shoes sitting in the closet waiting for Easter morning, hang in there.
Mother always said, "Good things come to those who white."