Labels

I’ve been putting a lot of though into this weeks SPF:

1. Your Label — If you made clothes, what would your label be? What kind of clothes would you make?
To make it easy for people who don’t want to think it out, you can just find one of your favorite names from a label you already know.

2. YOUR personal Label — We all hate to be labeled, but sadly we are. What is YOUR label? Can you capture it in a picture? Are you just going to write it on a scrap of paper and take a picture of it? Do you have a picture that shows us what it is?

3. Your FAVORITE Label — I like Target clothes cause they are comfortable and they don’t usually have tags in them. Some people love Coach bags (I’m not saying any names, but the brat is in the picture below this post) and some people just like the look of certain label. Show us yours.

I was thinking about all the labels that were SO important to me in High School. Guess? Jeans were the number one, must have jeans! Esprit bags were a MUST. In fact, I loved my Esprit bag so much that I have actually looked on Ebay for one, and I can’t find one. Those things were SO cool. I had a black one.

My mom was pretty good about making sure that I was drowning in labels, but made sure I had a few pairs of pants and shirts that got me through. I think she felt guilty for all those school pictures where I was dressed like an ubber geek in hand me downs and homemade clothes.

I also have been thinking about the labels I have had or the ones that other put on me. I think the worst ones are the ones we put on ourself to fit in.
In 8th grade I was an ‘airhead’. Why in God’s name would I think that would be a good label? Why did I get it? Okay yes, I use to walk around singing the ‘No one can eat just one, Lay’s brand potato chips’ theme song just to annoy people and I since I was a cheerleader I couldn’t just STAND there and talk, I had to be doing the ‘standing there cheering’ thing only annoying cheerleaders did. Okay, I might have been an airhead.

I have many labels now. Mom, friend, dork, ex-wife, wife, honey bunches of oats. Oh wait, that’s Shaun’s label.