On Monday I went to rehearsal wearing a blue and white polka dot dress, blue shoes, and a red cardigan and earrings. My director made a comment that I looked like an American flag and I jokingly laughed and said something like, no, I'm actually channelling the Union Jack. We laughed and moved on. But then I realized that as far as colours go, this is pretty much my uniform. And as far as outfits go, this one is also a uniform of mine. Y'know those outfits that just feel so right you never want to take them off? Well this is one. I am in love.
I always wanted to go to a uniform wearing school as a kid, mostly because I actually think school uniforms are adorable. I remember a friend of mine and I trying to get our co-op (I was home-schooled, but we met in a co-op every Friday for group classes with other home-schoolers) to adopt a uniform (our efforts failed), right around the time we had to write some argumentative essays on uniforms. I was pro, and she was con and she was so mad that she had to be on the con side. I imagine if I'd actually had to wear a uniform it would have been annoying, but I still think the idea is a lovely one. I remember this same friend and I going to Disneyland together and seeing this group of school girls from China on a school trip to Disneyland and we kept complimenting their knee socks and plaid skirts. I'm sure they must have thought we were crazy (I don't think they spoke much English, and my Mandarin is non-existent), but I'll always remember how stinking cute they looked in those little Peter Pan collared shirts with bow ties.
So sorry for how late this is. I'm severely disorganized right now, and my brain is not in it's normal place, however I am trying to get back on track. I'm going to spend Saturday responding to comments. I haven't responded for about three weeks, and I'm really trying to get caught up! I'm also going to write up a bunch of scheduled posts for next week since all I seem to have time/energy for is working, rehearsing, and falling into bed totally pooped. Also I will stop talking about rehearsal so often. I'm starting to sound like a broken record!