
If Not Pink Pants Then What, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:05am
If I could ask you to put your pretending hats on, please? Excellent. I particularly like that one with the navy stars. Now, if you could pretend my hair is not auburn. Thanks a million.
I will explain why my hair might in fact BE auburn at the end of this post. For now, let’s cast our minds back to this oversized Christopher John Rogers outfit.
My apologies, but I just couldn’t buy the pants. In a size smaller, they fit my waist but were still so enormously wide as to require more swagger than I will muster in this lifetime. I suppose if I lived in New York, or maybe imaginary Miami–but not in the SF Bay Area suburbs. The shirt, however, I kept. Why? First, I wanted to own something from CJR, as he is often known, having realized I like collecting remarkable cerebral designers. Second, my mother often wore striped button-down shirts – pink and while, blue and white, yellow and white. In this I felt like her, in a good way. Mothers, amirite?
My mom would have sported white jeans, and I think if ironed, and maybe hemmed, these could work. Maybe with cork-soled platform sandals,
or Gucci flats.
But let’s add a wrinkle. Figuratively, we already pretend-pressed the pants. Let’s say I wanted to wear this to the Friday night welcome party–for my daughter’s Saturday wedding. The days the tradition is that only the bride wears white, and she often wears it for any event associated with getting married. My daughter may not mind me in white jeans at all, but let’s roll with the culture.
What not-white pants should I consider? Khaki? Maroon? Nantucket Red? Dark wash jeans? It’s a casual event.
After this try-on, I ran off to the grocery store in a graphic tee from Twinsthenewtrend and sneakers.
Pretending hats off. My hair is auburn because I have been experimenting with demi-permanent color, vs. the lowlights added via foil process, that I had been enduring and for which I am insufficiently patient. However, it turns out that the undertones of the demi-permanent color, when used on white hair (the front of my hair is white) show out. So far my hair’s turned up vaguely mauve, clearly orange, and today, unmistakably auburn.
With any luck I’ll have managed light warm brown hair with intermittent white by September. I promise to keep you updated, but perhaps not with every single embarrassing photo.
Have a wonderful weekend, and if your hair surprises you, may it be welcome. If not, imagination saves many a day.

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