To say I’m looking forward to spring is like saying a caged lion looks forward to red meat. This winter has been long, snowy, and oppressive. I want nothing more than to stop wearing socks, see green grass, and take a walk where I don’t have to step over snow and mud.
Along with the change in seasons I am desperately awaiting another long overdue metamorphosis. Namely a shift in the wardrobes of my 11 year-old and my 8 year-old. I’m going to go all kinds of Joan Crawford NO WIRE HANGERS if I have to spend another month looking at David’s black Under Armour pants with the three holes in the knee, or his drab, gray sweatshirt that has frayed, stringy cuffs that he constantly messes with, or Cameron’s red basketball pants with the black stripes down the sides.
I keep trying to lose them in the laundry but somehow each article seems to get washed day after day. David wears that stupid sweatshirt every. single. day. Cameron wears the red pants at least four times a week. With those it isn’t necessarily the frequency that drives me crazy, it’s the pairings he comes up with. Red is a difficult color to coordinate with. An orange tee shirt? Really doesn’t work. A red, plaid button-down shirt? Uh, no. A turquoise skateboard shirt? Only if it comes with a pair of sunglasses. Yet these are items that Cameron has worn with his beloved pants this week. I want to put a disclaimer on him saying that I have nothing to do with his choice of outfits.
Of course I know by June I’ll be sick of seeing the same pairs of shorts over and over and over again. For the time being, however, anything different will be a welcome sight.
What I want to know is who are these kids in the Gap and Children’s Place ads who are wearing funky, matched, hip clothes with only strategically placed “cool” rips and worn out patches? Does your grade school boy dress like that? Because I don’t think that kind of thing exists in the wild.
© Jennifer Alys Windholz, 2011