What are you wearing and have you left the house for anything where you had to interact with people in a social setting?

I'm wearing linen after Labor Day! I swear, it didn't even cross my mind. And, yes. I went to therapy then lunch with a friend. I interacted with many people.

Mom would make clothes bundles for us -- top, bottom, underwear, socks -- and we could pick the bundle for the week day. On the weekend we had a couple of drawers of separates and we could dress however we wanted.

I'm a rather plain dresser, although occasionally I'll wear stylish stuff. Yesterday I wore the cute cleavagey dress I bought, but I found a cami that worked under it so it was work appropriate. I'm not into frills, I don't wear jewlery, I'm slow to try trends.

I'm wearing linen after Labor Day!

I am rolling my eyes, but only because as long it's not snowing in large, huge amounts outside, linen is FINE. As is white.

Oh Aimee, I do so hope you are never unfortunate enough to see a gathering of archaeologists. It's... not pretty.

Hee. I'd probably just tell them that in the name of discovery and also prosperity, we should go unearth some fulture-relics at Abercrombie or Old Navy,

Because I'm procrastinating getting down to serious work today (possibly because I have so much of it--our fall interns start their orientation tomorrow), I'll share a conversation between Annabel and my MIL as we were driving back from dinner last night. It started with MIL asking Annabel if she could take one of AB's "babies" (beanie baby versions of all the Backyardigans except Austin, who was out of stock when we were in B&N) back to Oklahoma with her, and AB emphatically stating that no, they were staying with her.

MIL: Well, can I take MY baby back to Oklahoma with me? This is my baby. reaches up to pat DH on the shoulder

AB: That's not a baby. That's Daddy.

MIL: He's MY baby.

AB: No, he's Daddy.

MIL: But I want to take him back to Oklahoma with me.

AB: You already have lots of babies in Oklahoma.

MIL: But I miss MY baby.

AB: You can have a bunny baby to take to Oklahoma.

Before she went to bed she gave MIL one of her stuffed bunnies.

Awww, so cute.

(Aimee - it's hot like a very hot thing here in IL - if I had to break out wool because it's past Labor Day - I would have to kill somebody.)

That's no lady baby, that's my wife Daddy.

(It is also verra hot in MI - wear the linen, people. It breathes. It's comfy.)

What fabrics you wear should be determined by the weather outside - not the date on the calendar. IMVHO, anyway.

I am rolling my eyes, but only because as long it's not snowing in large, huge amounts outside, linen is FINE.

sure, makes sense as long as it's still hot

As is white.

them's fightin' words. t /southerner

them's fightin' words.

Bring it, Scarlett.

I pretty much lived in Osh Kosh overalls with Izod polo shirts as a toddler. The overalls because they were pretty much the only thing I would wear (I was really sensitive about clothing pulling or pinching, and anything with a defined waist was simply not going to happen), and I suspect that the Izod shirts were because my mother figured that they'd at least give a vague appearance of being dressed nicely. In pretty much any pictures of me as a toddler where I was supposed to be dressed "nicely," I'm wearing a pink Osh Kosh jumper with a pink and purple striped Izod shirt with puffy sleeves.