Well, friends, today is a pretty big day: The beginning of polo shirt season. Can you believe it? It’s been Three years of polo shirt fun, and I’m so excited to break out my brightly colored shirts — and buy a few new ones, of course! Here are a few of my favorites from my collection…
A few years ago, I said, “Imelda Marcos had shoes. I have polo shirts. It just works. I’ve learned not to question it.” That’s still true. For me, nothing says “Hello, spring” like like a crisp, clean polo. Are you a fan of polo shirts, friends? What do you most look forward to wearing during breezy spring days? xoxo
P.S. A new Letter To My Future Husband is coming up! 🙂
I did something very rebellious yesterday, friends. I’m not talking on the grand scale of theft or anything because you know I’m a goody-goody at heart, but I did do something I wasn’t supposed to do. Well, not until April 1 anyway. It was sort of a tradition for me. I broke that tradition yesterday by…
Wait for it…
I broke out my first polo shirt of the season yesterday. With wild abandon, actually. You remember how much I’m in love with polo shirts, don’t you? I mean, how could you ever forget? So, friends, what do you think of this snazzy red polo shirt? And aren’t you glad spring is coming? xoxo
Dear Mr. Melissa Blake:
It’s April 1, 2010. Today is a very big day, as you’ll surely discover in the coming years. It’s sort of like opening day of New York Fashion week, only on a smaller scale and no intimidating stares from Anna Wintour. Though I must say, that woman is definitely my hero.
But, as usual, I digress. So what exactly is today? The start of Polo Shirt Season 2010! You’ll learn pretty quickly that I take this very, very seriously. So don’t laugh. And if you must laugh, do so discretely or in your head, please. Some may say I take it to extremes (heck, even you might say that someday…), but as you’ll also learn, I won’t care. At. All.
I’m not even sure when my obsession with polo shirts began. A few years ago, I was shopping at The Salvation Army one day. My eyes fell upon an entire rack filled with every kind of polo shirt you could imagine. I was smitten. Right there. Just like that. A mere 30 minutes later, I stood in the check-out line with a mountain of 12 polo shirts in my wheelchair basket. My little red head barely peeked out over the top. It was, hands-down, one of the happiest days of my life.
I can’t really explain their allure or their tight hold over me. Polos just give me a certain swagger. The colors pop just like my personality, and they make me feel sort of sophisticated.
Imelda Marcos had shoes. I have polo shirts. It just works. I’ve learned not to question it.
My motto: You’re never fully dressed without two things. A sweet glass of soda pop and a brightly colored polo shirt. And, well, let’s just say there is no short supply of those colorful collared shirts in my closet. I’ve got everything from pinks to oranges to yellows to lots and lots and lots of stripes. Because, come on, who doesn’t squeal with glee at the sight of stripes?
Do I still wear them a lot once we’re married? Knowing me, I just might have worn one to our wedding reception…or foregone a wedding dress altogether in favor of a colorful shirt? Come on, you know you probably smiled during our first dance as you looked at me in my polo shirt as we swayed to an ’80’s power ballad. You did, right?
Oh, do you know what would be really awesome? If we got matching polo shirts. I know, it sounds a little strange, but can’t you just picture us wearing our matching shirts and sipping Barq’s root beer on the patio? I can. We’d probably get a few weird glances thrown in our direction, but you know me…I wouldn’t care. Until we meet…
P.S. Oh, and what should happen this morning? In typical awkward-me fashion (oh hey, another fun play on words with the word fashion! Score another Humor Point for me; are you keeping score…?), what did I do? I spilled my glass of orange juice all over my sleeve. And then I heard Bad Moon Rising by CCR on the radion. All I could say was “Oh shoot” and move on…
You may have read awhile back about my obsessive love for beautiful polo shirts, and how sad I am when it is not polo season; those are typically the cold winter months when I pray for the first warm spring day, so I can strut my stuff in a polo shirt that is just like me: fashionable, yet quaintly understated.
Well, that day came last week, folks! Ironically, it was the same day of my wheelchair debacle (maybe it was my polo shirt that saved me from crossing the border into certifiable-rage territory). Check out these photos of my newest polo shirt. Don’t you love the combination of pink, orange and white? Think this will have all the boys chasing after me? 🙂