Fashion Blunder

So this post certainly created a lot of buzz in the comment section. I had no idea when I contemplated whether or not it would be acceptable to wear a scrunchie to The Rock Star's swimming lesson that my decision would end up being such a catastrophic blunder. I did think about it. Then I decided that it holds my "barely long enough for a ponytail" bangs and oh what the heck, it's just a swimming lesson. Oh if I'd only known then what I know now.

I'd like to thank Jen for being my personal Internet stylist. Hopefully, the following pictures meet your approval.

And yes, it is true, the now infamous white scrunchie did travel in a moving van when I moved my life from southern California to northern Utah. Utah holds no responsibility for Monday's fantastic fashion faux pas. That's on me. Though I have noticed that, in some areas, Utah is approximately 13.2 years behind the times. Or at least, the coastal times. Although again, in fairness, if it wasn't 70 degrees in California on Christmas, maybe people would still be rocking sweatshirts with puffy paint and jingly bells.

However, there is a great debate surrounding this accessory. It seems Shakespeare had it all wrong. To scrunchie or not to scrunchie, that is the real question. We all know the commenter's stance. But I did receive a call in which the person stated, "I wear them at home all the time. And I take them camping." Apparently, anonymous lady person who I will not identify lest the Internet eat you alive, you should not wear them to swimming lessons.

It should be stated that I haven't worn a scrunchie to, say, church or the mall in approximately nine years. I'm a little afraid, however, to step out of the house now for fear that I'm wearing something that went out of style when I was ten. I mean, should I get rid of my spandex pants and slouch socks? What about all my skorts and bodysuits?

I'm kidding. Please tell me you knew I was kidding.

Can you tell by his face that last night's swimming lesson was 200% better than Monday's. Garrett had no tantrums. He did everything he was asked to do. He even dared to jump off the wall into my awaiting arms which, let me tell you, is major progress. When we practiced back floating, Garrett let go of me with each and every limb! And then a chorus of Alleluias could be heard from the heavens.

Of course, the angels were singing less for the fact that The Rock Star was much less petrified and more because I had not worn a hideous scrunchie to the pool.