I got a text message from my 16-year-old son today reminding me that I had neglected to purchase color-safe bleach.
The message struck me as odd for several reasons, the obvious one being, of course, that he’s a 16-year-old boy. Concerned about laundry.
The other reason a yearning for color-safe bleach from my teen is odd is because both of my boys have been dressing in dark colors since they got out of grade school.
Nick, the college kid, has been wearing black or dark t-shirts, usually depicting a band I’ve never heard of, for so long that his laundry consists of all dark loads and has for quite some time.
Matt also wears t-shirts with various bands, usually black or darker colors. It’s not that either of them are Emo, or Goth or anything like that. I think it’s more because the funny t-shirts and band shirts tend to come in dark colors.
But several weeks ago, Matt decided to make a change. And did it with a vengeance.
While looking through a catalog that caters to skateboarders (one of his favorite hobbies), he saw some clothes he liked. Because he needed back-to-school stuff, I told him to go ahead and order it.
When the pants showed up, he opened the box and light shot out of it because they were so very, very bright. Well, one pair is kind of a brick red, but the other is grab-your-sunglasses-and-don’t-look-directly-at-the-kid yellow.
A few days later, he and some buddies went school shopping together. I’m sure at this point, you are wondering, “What the heck was she thinking?”
Yep, I sent my son off with three other teens his age to do school shopping. But I figure he needs to pick out his own stuff, and learn about budgeting and things like that. So if he runs out of socks in three months, hmmm….lesson learned.
He bought some new shirts, mostly in bright colors, and he also bought a pair of shoes that make me a little light-headed. They are green and purple and yellow and black. Apparently that wasn’t quite ‘in your face’ enough, because he also bought neon orange and neon green laces to go with them. The purple ones that came with the shoes he gave to me.
So, I’m trying to decide if I should send some kind of warning to the school for his first day, when he shows up with retina-burning yellow pants, a bright blue shirt, and shoes that are slightly reminiscent of Joseph’s coat of many colors.
When he decided to step back from the black, he sure did it in a big way.