Hurry! You have only till the stroke of midnight when Labor Day ends!
“Why is that?” you might ask, as I did when I queried my mother years ago as she started packing the whites away even though the thermometer still read mid-nineties. “Because ‘they’ say you’re not supposed to wear white after Labor Day,” she answered, with such authority that I believed it to be fact. Well, I may have bought that explanation when I was seven, but as I reached adulthood, my pessimism grew, and who exactly were “they” anyway? Then, to really confuse things, I saw women wearing white wool pants and nice white suits in the middle of January. Horrors! So I once again asked my mother how that could be. “Oh, that’s winter white,” she replied in that tone of I-should-have-known-better-than-to-ask.
What, then,