First day of school...vintage Coca Cola and Keds.
Back to school! I know. I'm soooo glad, because it's been an exhaustive two weeks. But finally...FINALLY...we wave goodbye to that one day we went swimming and the time we thought about going camping. Good riddance.
We had our traditional Back to School fashion show and Father's Blessing last night, which is a carry over from my glowing, golden, soft focus childhood. Course, back then, it was always Sunday night, but now...NOW...it's on a Tuesday, or Monday or whenever the hell the dart hits the calendar when they're in their district meetings~"Okay~then, looks like we're gonna start on Saturday this year."~anyway, it USED to, and SHOULD be, Sunday that precedes the first day of school.
And back then, it was early Fall. WHAT? THAT'S JUST CRAZY TALK! WHAT DO YOU MEAN? WITH THE CRACKLE OF FALLEN LEAVES? AND CRISP, COOL AIR? AND SWEATERS AND AUTUMN SKIES AND HOMEMADE BREAD COOLING WHEN YOU CAME BUSTING IN YOUR FRONT DOOR? That sounds HORRID!
A better idea would be two weeks after the previous school year ends, when brand new year anticipation is at it's peak. And mid July, so the temperatures are hovering above 100, bringing cozy repose at every recess.
And the teachers are refreshed.
And the kids are anxious...to go to bed in full daylight.
And it's clear as mud that this is progressive thinking.
Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. Back then we'd runway strut our home sewn outfits and exhibit our array of minty fresh school supplies from Kings, which by the way, was and is THE BEST STUFF STORE IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE, PEOPLE! Then, we'd end the evening with a fully customized priesthood blessing from our dad, in order that we might have our childhood anxieties appeased. And they were.
So that's what the Bings did last night, because even though the back then is no more, some things still are.
Let the edumacation commence!