Me: Where do you go to school?
Guy: Um, I go to a liberal arts school in the Boston area.
Me: Oooh, I love guessing games. Boston College?
Me: Emerson College?
Me: Northeastern University?
Me: Boston University? Regis College? Mount Ida College?
Guy: No, no, and no.
Me: I give up.
Me: Cool. Do you pahk your cah in Hahvahd Yahd?
Guy: Um, no.
I have a lot (well, several) friends who went to Harvard and they are all very nice, normal people, but I think that there's an assumption that if you went to Harvard you must be some kind of socially awkward super genius or from a famous and mega-wealthy family. I'm sure that sometimes these Harvard stereotypes are true, just like there are surely some people from New Jersey who resemble characters from Jersey Shore. But, I'm equally sure there are some Harvard grads who would happily engage with me in a discussion about Kim Kardashian's maternity wardrobe.
Similarly, when I say that we go to Maine in the summer, I assume that this conjures up images of coastal cottages which are far from cottage-like, yacht clubs, and people who talk like Thurston Howell III. So, I end up jumping all over myself to disclaim my family's house: "It's really, really small. A shack, really" and "the one bathroom is so small that the K can't fit in the shower and he has to use the outdoor one." But, then I've mentioned that there's an outdoor shower and that sounds fancy (even though it's decidedly not) and by that point, my friend is nodding indulgently, but thinking, "Oh, sure, Miss Fancy-Pants. I know you're hanging out with this guy:"
|From the Preppy Handbook.|
Picture taken at the 2010 Thomaston, Maine Fourth of July Parade.
|If you're traditional, go for signal flags.|
|These are more bad ass. Or, as bad ass as you |
can be in a needlepoint belt.
|Oh, Trip, your BBQ shorts are a scream!|
|I really feel like the bucks should be white. |
What do you think?
|Here she is, your middle school music teacher, modeling|
whale-embroidered pants and cobalt blue top-siders.
I also receive the Vineyard Vines catalog, which I love (sincerely). If you're not familiar, all you really need to know is that it's the official clothier of the Kentucky Derby. If you need further information, just look at their ties. There are over 150 different patterns featuring everything from chocolate labs to fish tacos. A lot of the VV shtick is selling a lifestyle; the one that people conjure up in their mind when I say that we go to Maine in the summer. The company motto is, "Every day should feel this good." VV has a blog, which features pictures from weddings that included VV attire. There are so many of these weddings that the old saying may be changed to, "something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue, and something from Vineyard Vines." Here's a typical wedding featured on the VV blog:
VV is great if you want mother-daughter matching outfits:
|I would totally wear this and in five seconds there would be chocolate|
and dirt and footprints all over my cute white pants.
Actually, we did have one day last summer when the kids all wore coordinating clothes:
Obviously, their outfits are from the VV Ottoman Empire Collection. Or not. So, when you picture summer in Maine, just think of it as a hybrid of kids wearing t-shirts with Islamic symbols with a little bit of this thrown in: