Jeans and t-shirts. I was there in my teens, too. At least I picked shirts other than black, though.
We’re looking at upper 70s on Sunday. I might wear the dress to church as a last hurrah, although you never know what temperatures will be here through October.
Too bad I don’t have an appropriately colored accessory to send you for your ocean dress....
As for Sally, we wore jeans, but T-shirts had not met their publicist at the time. So it was western attire, all the way.
Still, with my mother’s careful perusal, we always seemed to be color-coordinated when we left the house. “You’re NOT going out in THAT!” Not a question. A command.