Fall is here, hear the yell
Back to school, ring the bell
Brand new shoes, walking blues
Climb the fence, books and pens
I can tell that we are gonna be friends
Walk with me, Suzy Lee
Through the park and by the tree
We will rest upon the ground
And look at all the bugs we found
Safely walk to school without a sound...
These whimsical lyrics by Jack White, frontman of the band formerly as "the White Stripes," calls us back to school days and the cyclical return of fall. We think of school, rulers, flash cards, Ticonderoga No. 2 pencils, standardized tests, watching a movie when your class has a sub, and pizza Friday’s. It's old school meets new school, an instant classic with a little edge.
There’s something very rock n’ roll about it, and I like that. It’s unisex, ageless, seasonless, and has the ability to transcend category. So, think Queen, the Rolling Stones, AC/DC, or the Ramones. Maybe, I’m taking this bit too far, but all I can think of is School of Rock and donning my old school uniform with some checkered Vans and a black top hat. I want to rock AND learn some maths.
Every season Deb challenges herself to come up with a reinterpretation of a classic stripe. In doing so, she studies various ways a stripe can be portrayed. Trust us, we’ve learned there are un montón of ways to do a stripe. The trickiness in designing a stripe pattern comes with finding a harmonious union between a reinvented classic that reads quintessentially SCOUT. It has to feel authentic, or it won’t work.
The relaxing part is that Deb does all the grunt work and gives us tons of options. When we do our line selection and pattern preview, she presents us with a plethora of new, shiny patterns. Meanwhile, our Team acts as if we instantaneously acquired years of fashion and design experience (aka twenty Tim Gunn's).
We typically have to order food on these days, because emotions are high and blood sugar is low. DWJ is a great sport about listening to our concerns, fielding our questions, and accepting our unsolicited physical responses to her beautiful spread. She's kind of like a patient teacher I would have had in high school, now that I think of it.
This season we went with a disintegrated stripe or chalk run across a chalkboard but reversed, almost a chalkboard x-ray. Like all things “classic with a twist,” we love a good throwback. Just like a white-winged dove, this stripe was singing, and we listened.