May 06, 2013

Flaring Up

Events are happening quickly in this home now. Ringo's graduation is next Monday and combined with Mother's Day, there is a whirlwind of activity... Baccalaureates, people flying in, Bones coming home from DC, luncheons (Mothers day), a birthday of a nephew thrown in for good measure.

The week following is just as crazy for me... with Bone's performance at the Kravis Center, practices, and Ringo's Court of Honor for his Eagle Scout.

I'm planning, scheduling, sorting, thinking and Bones is... figuring out what to wear.

In particular, what to wear to Ringo's Graduation.

He conned his Dad into buying him a BRIGHT ORANGE shirt from Kohl's. There was some plan coming together in his head, one I definitely could not see.

A few days later he said to me, "Mom, I want to dye some pants orange..."

I replied, "No." and I walked away.

Last night, I was sitting in a corner reading when he came out in a pair of khakis that were about a 1/4" too short and a bit tight in all the wrong places.

I looked up.

Bones, sucking in a stomach he doesn't even have: They kind of fit.

Me, raising an eyebrow: Those don't fit go take them off. *looking back down* I'm reading.

Bones: No, Mom. Mom. Mom. Listen to me, these are the perfect pants to dye orange.

*Closing my book* Me: Bones. You cannot wear those pants for any great length of time. I can't believe you aren't in your falsetto voice. You're going to damage yourself and I won't have grandchildren. Go take them off. *looking back down* I'm reading.

Bones: No, Mom, look, these are PERFECT. They're just a little tight. They can work. And I was going to give them away anyway. I'm going to be sitting anyway.

*he goes to sit in a chair*

Me, *shaking my head*: Those will not dye orange. It will be a dirty orange, it will not match your bright orange shirt. What, are you looking to go as the great pumpkin? Go away. I'm reading.

And I, of course, thought this was done and dead. And I was, of course, sadly mistaken.

In the car today for his voice rehearsal he said, "Mom, I was thinking. I can get a different orange shirt, more... subdued. It will match the orange pants better after they're dyed..."

Me: No.

Bones didn't stop. I stared ahead and he just kept going and going about this great plan with the orange shirt and pants.

Bones:... and Mom, I found these great orange shoes on the internet.


I nearly stopped the car. I finally yelled in exasperation: What is your deal with having to look like a frickin' FLARE at your brother's graduation?

I have no idea where this crap comes from.

No, he's not wearing anything orange other than a shirt to Ringo's graduation, but what possesses? What?

Posted by Boudicca at May 6, 2013 07:42 PM

Did he say Gators?

Now that would be a bright combination.

I know ... I should not have said it.

Posted by: The Thomas at May 6, 2013 10:00 PM

I swear it's nothing like that. He has this thing about bright colors. I don't understand why he would want to dress in one solid bright color.

For awhile it was 'I'm dressing head to toe in lime green'. He was doing the whole dye the pants thing and everything. I ignored it. Suddenly, its bright orange.

And shoes? Really?

Posted by: Bou at May 6, 2013 10:04 PM

Wow. Bright orange. And he's so secure in himself that the looks wouldn't have mattered... or he'd enjoy them? I wish that kind of confidence for all kids!! :D

Posted by: pam at May 7, 2013 05:13 AM

At least his hair is staying a natural color and he isn't adding any "sleeves" to his arms.

Posted by: The Thomas at May 7, 2013 08:51 AM

Puzzled about the orange. Fortunately just for a day I just happened to see a recent post of two guys and their prom outfits. One was dressed head to toe in orange the other in blue. Others responded with their pictures. Same thing. Finally, at the end of the comments I saw that these guys were mimicking a scene from the movie Dumb and Dumber.

Dumb & Dumber getting ready for charity ball

Posted by: cin at May 7, 2013 11:59 AM

Can you wear a tie with a prison jumpsuit? Those are orange. Black patent leather shoes will dress that right up.

And a lime green pocket square...

Posted by: V6 at May 7, 2013 12:01 PM

Why don't you just ask him (but not in a condescending way) what this is about?

With his artsy love of fashion and color, he may be the next Jean Paul Gaultier or Versace. never know.

Never stifle creativity. Even if it is not to your taste. Aren't you at least curious as to what he finds appealing about the look?

Posted by: DogsDontPurr at May 7, 2013 10:14 PM

Pam- Funnily enough, all three of my boys are confident enough to pull it off. I was never that confident at that age...

Thomas- You have a way of adding perspective!

Cin- I have to show that to Bones. I suspect he's seen it... it is Bones. Good grief.

V5- Prison jump suits. I'm laughing and will ask him about that... remind him that prisoners dress all in orange too. I'm not egging him on with the lime green pocket square...

DDP- Oh for the most part I don't, but he's not allowed to look like the village idiot when he's with me and this is a big deal. I think he thinks it's funny. All orange... it amuses him.

Posted by: Bou at May 8, 2013 07:05 AM

Bou - Does this help? I think they're actually kind of nice looking:

Posted by: PeggyU at May 8, 2013 02:39 PM

Visited a few times, never commented. But this 30+ year veteran of the B.S.A. is moved to congratulate your son on his achievement of the Eagle rank - and you as well. You must be proud. Most mothers find a tear or two in their eye during their son's Eagle CoH. What did he do for his Eagle project? Has he ever been to any of the High Adventure bases?

Posted by: RonF at May 8, 2013 03:29 PM

Orange... OMG. I am just sitting here giggling. But I'm with you on the village idiot bit and totally agree. Besides, I don't think it's possible to stifle Bones and his creativity genes.

Posted by: Teresa at May 9, 2013 01:48 PM