It’s November.
The weather is behaving like it ought to.
54 degrees.
Rain.
An ushering in of all things not spring.
In honor of this gray, not-quite-blustery day, I’m wearing white shoes.
Never a slave to fashion, or the latest trends,
nor to the “dressing rules” that have been held over the heads of little girls growing up in the south forever,
I choose freedom from all of that stuff.
This morning I had to heave the Rubbermaid, clear plastic box from the top shelf in my closet, so that I could find something with long sleeves to wear. You know, because “Baby, it’s cold outside” in South Carolina. The first thing I spied when I unsnapped the lid was a gray and white striped sweater. “Perfect!”, I thought all excitedly in my noggin’, “because I can wear my favorite Espadrilles with it!”
Not only are these shoes an open-toed no-no this time of year, being akin to the treasured flip-flop, this particular pair is white, which is probably the bigger no-no of the two after-September characteristics.
Without missing a beat, my next thought was: “Jesus has freed me from all the silly human-made rules”.
So today, I’m wearing what is comfortable to me and what I think looks great with my white and gray sweater. And now these white shoes will be a reminder to me all day of the freedom I have in Jesus. It’s a struggle when the day’s chaos smacks you in the face first thing every morning to keep Jesus at the front and center of thought, so I’m recognizing Him from the get-go today as I strap on these rule-breaking shoes. ❤
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So I looked up “wearing white after September” in the all-knowing Google box, and this is what I found:
Why don’t you wear white after September?
Since Labor Day typically represents the end of summer, a ‘rule’ was established that you shouldn’t wear white after Labor Day if you didn’t have the money to take fall and winter vacations. It was also used as a way to identify those who needed to work and those who didn’t.
Wow! Now what I’m doing is even funnier, because I’m wearing my no-no shoes to work.
Another “established”, man-issued rule busted. Thank you, Jesus!!
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