Popped Collars

From eighth until twelfth grade I had a strict dress code. We could wear khaki or navy pants, but they couldn’t have cargo pockets. They also couldn’t drag on the floor, and if you wanted to wear shorts? They had to be no more than three inches above your knees. There was also a uniform skirt that could be worn: the boring ol’ plaid type thing.

As far as shirts went, we had to wear white, navy or yellow collared shirts. They could be polo shirts, or button downs. Shirts had to be tucked in, and they could not show your stomach. “No Midriff” was the rule.

We even had to wear white or navy socks, and only black, brown, white or navy solid-colored shoes. Hair color had to be “natural,” as did any makeup worn. Talk about boring. Especially when you are a teenager.

Wearing the same outfits year in and year out really got to me. I hated khaki pants. I could not stand polo shirts. By the time I graduated, the thought of putting a polo shirt back on my body would literally make my stomach turn.

But then time went on.

I grew out of my hatred for all things khaki, all things collared. In fact, I love polo shirts and I adore oxford-style shirts.

And I love nothing more than to dress my son in total prep attire.

Seriously, little tiny prep boy clothes make me so happy. The little polo shirts, the little plaid pants and shorts, the button downs? Be still my heart.

Can you say, PREP?!

And, yes. Sometimes I even pop his collar.

15 thoughts on “Popped Collars

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  2. Oh yeah – the miniature prep look IS totally cute.

    PS – I’m a freak and actually WANTED uniforms as a teenager because I went to this deranged school with a bunch of rich snobby girls whose parents bought them Coach shoes and Dior dresses. I thought it was madness and that it needed to end.

  3. We barely had a dress code back in the 70’s. We could wear almost anything! Well, not shorts. My son loves his polo shirts, especially Ralph Lauren polo. Shall we say expensive? Now he’s into Diesel. Shall we say outrageous? Yes.

  4. What a cutie! I just love the outfit. I have to agree. I adore it when little boys are dressed all preppy. Heck, I even try to get my hubby to dress like that too πŸ˜‰

  5. The memory of my itchy Catholic school uniform has come flooding back. Thanks.

    I’m no girlie girl, and neither are my girls, but I love an excuse to put them in a dress! It’s fun to control the way they dress now — and we better enjoy it while we can. Pretty soon Alex will be wearing baggy jeans, and at least one of my girls is probably going to gravitate toward all black. With pink hair.


  6. I was actually really bummed when Wuzzle was a girl, because I had been eyeing so many cute preppie boy clothes! I’ll just have to settle for buying them for my nephews!

  7. He’s so adorable!! πŸ™‚

    I think I was fortunate not to have a dress code, not that it wouldn’t make getting dressed in the morning a whole lot quicker. Let’s see…shall I wear the light khaki pants or the dark khaki pants?

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