White Trash or Fabulously Trashy?

White trash can be fabulously trashy.  It’s all in one’s perspective.

I picked up all kinds of trashy tips from my youth – like wrapping a can of pop (soda, Coke, whatever area of the world you live in insert word here) in aluminum foil is a poor gal’s koozie (my mom would do this to chill my beverage for field trips), keeping a wet wash cloth in a plastic baggie is just the same (and much cheaper) than a wet wipe (again, my clever mother), and ketchup between two slices of bread will make you feel like a chef (my genius shining through).

Ketchup sandwich for one, please.

Ketchup sandwich for one, please.

Any of these tips ring a bell to you? If not, you’re a classy person – in my book anyway.

To me, being white trash is knowing better (eating the piece of cheese after removing the moldy corner, blaming the broken basketball hoop on me, your cousin when I saw you break it with my own two eyes, proudly announcing that your entire family’s favorite movie is National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation (hence the trashy category Grizzies on this blog), digging the bag of chips out of the garbage because you want to be sure you ate them all or wearing the mini skirt with the heels that are just a tad too high) but doing it anyway, while not giving a rat’s ass what anyone thinks.

A mini minus the heels.

An early mini minus the heels.

I grew up in a rural Iowa town where it was a big deal if Dad decided to get a Casey’s gas station pizza on Friday night, a small hog (yes hog, not dog) house served as my backyard playhouse where mud pies were served abundantly and you were never short a friend or cousin to play alongside (and Mom could care whether her child was mistaken for smoking a cigarette – OK, she might of cared but still).

Smoking deck for my cousin and me.

Good old candy cigarettes on the smoking deck after a long day of play for my cousin and me.

I was also raised in a world where it was perfectly acceptable (in my family, anyway) to come home from the pool for lunch, play a round of baseball with Dad in the yard (not opting for a wardrobe change – sticking with the classy bathing suit), then head back to swim the rest of the day away.

Quick round of batting practice while home from the pool

Quick round of batting practice while home from the pool.

Being in a small town, we made our own fun. If there were no toys around or activities for a kid to do, my parents entertained me with a brown grocery bag, which I obviously enjoyed with enthusiasm.

No toys? No problem. A paper bag will do the trick.

No toys? No problem.

Preschool graduation days were also classily creative due to my mother’s knack of using paper and plastic bowl in lieu of a real hat.

Graduation day at its finest.

Graduation day at its finest.

Oh the tricks of the trade we acquire while growing up.

White trash? Or fabulously trashy?

Fabulous in my book.



60 thoughts on “White Trash or Fabulously Trashy?

  1. MFJ says:

    So funny. Fabulously trashy!!!!

  2. Is that really white trash? It looks like a simple but loving upbringing, which to me is the opposite of white trash…these are really cute photos. Reminded me of my growing up in a small village.

    • I don’t think it’s necessarily white trash but when I look at everything kids have and do today, it seems like we were so ‘simple’ which is a good thing to me. Although, my parents toting me around in a grocery sack….a little fabulously trashy! 🙂

  3. renxkyoko says:

    Fabulous and not trashy. How about recycling Ziplock ( with the slider), washing it and drying it to be reused again and again? And making some kind of a toy out of laundry clips ?

  4. Mitzie Mee says:

    Fabulously trashy! Love that post. I was also a chocolate cigg addict:)

  5. st sahm says:

    This is so FAB! Ain’t nothin wrong with low rent stylin.
    I can’t find candy ciggs anywhere. I wanted my kids to have them…

  6. jessmittens says:

    I loved sauce sandwiches! They were delicious and oh so fancy.

  7. FreeUrCloset says:

    Freaking fabulous, babe. I think we really knew how to have a good time with less back then. And candy cigarettes were the bomb!
    -XOXO- Natasha

  8. dannadesigns says:

    Fabulously trashy definitely….and those tips from your mom are absolutely money savers! 😉


    Rat’s ass used to be one of my fave phrases!! It’s up there with Sh*ts & Giggles. But I digress….

    Loving the pics!!!

  10. Fabulous all the way!

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