WHITE SLACKS THEORY

Rerun from 2009

The friend I wrote about early in my blogging career surprised me with a phone call out of the blue the other day and brought to mind a post I had done about her years ago. She was one smart cookie and I am posting the rerun just in case this handy theory could fit your life.



Fran is a dear friend I met while in Florida, who always dressed that at any moment, a fashion shoot might be called and she wanted to be ready. Her idea of "casual" was white slacks, chocolate silk blouse, gold chains, sandals or heels, dangle ear rings and perfect coiffure. She is very consistent in her dress and only rarely have I seen her less than "modelesque."   Winter white kept her seasonal.

My fashion sense comes more under the category of camping ready, "lets go hiking," or "are the horses saddled?" A wide fashion gap however did not prevent us from being good friends. We now live in different states but try to stay in touch. She is better at it than I.

Fran was always the first to offer to help you move, put in a garden, or slay the rabbits. You read that last part right.   I briefly raised rabbits for food and I emphasize briefly for it was the slaying part that got me. What was I thinking?? Murder a bunny??? Good grief. 

Anyway, quick to offer Fran, per-usual showed up for the bunny killing dressed in white for my first and only slaughter.  Her white attire didn't save her from the slaying though for I had bought her a neck to ground apron for that occasion. Sometimes you just had to out think her.

Though always quick to offer to help, the lady in white was never asked to haul a wheel barrow of compost to the garden. That lady wasn't asked to handle dirty boxes on moving day, nor would the lady in white to be asked to do anything that might get her dirty. I mean, that would be very rude. Instead, she naturally became a pretty effective supervisor.

We knew each other quite a while before she confided her secret. Fran hated physical work. She came upon the wearing of the white by accident and when she saw how it eliminated her from any work detail it became her signature garb. Her attitude was if you dressed grubby (kind of how I dressed) then you were expected to jump right in the dirt pile. White was right.

Have to admit I have sometimes wished that I could adopted her "white slacks theory." Especially when I know a friend is expecting help with a really nasty job. It just eliminates any need for excuses and doesn't every job need a supervisor? I never could pull it off though.  Guilt complex. 

You are welcome to adopt the white slacks theory any time you want. It does work marvelously and no one really thinks you are a slacker--- just that you are totally lacking in sense of what is appropriate wear. Most of us can live with that.