The Fabulousness of White Trash

Sink.

Only chic people bathe in the kitchen sink, ya dig?

Can white trash be fabulously classy?

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, digging the bag of chips out of the garbage because you want to be sure you ate them all or wearing a mini skirt with 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 smoke sugared cancer sticks.

Smoking deck for my cousin and me.

Classy candy cigarettes on the smoking deck after a long day of play.

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 a plastic bowl in lieu of a real hat.

Graduation day at its finest.

Kiddie College graduation day at its finest.

Thankfully, the tricks of the white trash trade I acquired while growing have remained in perfect tact.

Drunk Girl

Classy drunk girl gracefully aging through life with a red roadie and one shoe.

White trash? Or fabulously trashy?

Fabulous in my book.

CBXB

CBXB!

19 thoughts on “The Fabulousness of White Trash

  1. Tracy says:

    I’ll take “white trash” over classy any day. More fun that way ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Nancy says:

    Love Christmas Vacation, even more when watching with favorite relatives and beverages!

  3. Crikey, you don’t know how pleased I am nothing has changed since I last visited – perfect! Captn me up…Cheers ,Baz

  4. JMC813 says:

    Aso-F-ing-lutely Fabulous CBXB. Without a shadow of a doubt

  5. stylentonic says:

    Fabulous! kiss kiss dear! xxx

  6. Phil Lanoue says:

    It takes a special person to perfect the art (yes I said art) of white trashiness. You are a proud award winner.
    Hope this made sense, I’m totally hammered right now.
    Oxy, beer, and bourbon. Perfect together

  7. DebtGirl says:

    You are adorable!!!

  8. LAMarcom says:

    “…it was a big deal if Dad decided to get a Caseyโ€™s gas station pizza on Friday night, a small hog (yes hog, not dog)”

    Love it! As a white trash Texan who once lived in a trailer park near Dallas, Called SouthFork and on a street called Sue Ellen Ave…. I can relate. Certainly can relate…. Laughing out loud. Great post.

    Don’t believe me? Well I just Googled it… and it is still there. Only in Texas….

    http://www.yescommunities.com/community/southfork

  9. SerachShiro says:

    Love to read how your grownup was, very special and I too remember me that you were never bored because of everything you made a play thing out of it with help of your dear cousins of dad, hihihi ! Love all the pictures especially the one o the ‘” No toys, no problem ! “

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