On Wednesdays, We Wear Navy

Our uniform at Our Chalet is navy. Navy pants and a white or navy polo, and in case you were wondering, navy on navy is a really good look. In an odd turn of events, we received our red Chalet scarves (or neckerchiefs, as I have fondly come to refer to them) on the peak of Bunderspitz, and in an odder turn of events, I really like the thing. For starters, the navy outfit and red necker are so hipster and alternative I almost can't handle myself, and also it represents being part of a strong, albeit unfashionable, tradition of badass women of Our Chalet. And they had to wear skirts and be ladylike while they were being badass all those eighty years ago, so a red neckerchief really isn't much to compare. 


As summer vollies, half of us spend about every other week on program (leading girls in the climbing of mountains, jumping off of bridges, etc.), so the weeks in between are spent on guest services, which is a fancy way of saying cooking, cleaning, and giving really awesome tours where you try your hardest not to make up facts. There were certainly some struggles, since I am horrible at folding fitted sheets and my work with the till at the shop left much to be desired. But other than that, the sun was shining, the music in the kitchen was a beautiful combination of "Call Me, Maybe" and 90's music, and my fellow navy-wearers and I bonded over a variety of shenanigans, some of which I will avoid writing about so as to protect the innocent. 


A selection of these shenanigans and their consequences:
1. Woke up with half of my shoes in saran wrap, the others up the flagpole
2. A One Direction poster and a Lord of the Dance poster hanging in our stairwell 
3. Discovered at 1am teenage girls shouting Twinkle, Twinkle outside the staff house at us
4. Learned and was filmed doing the dance to various S Club song while cleaning dishes
5. Hardcore Parkoured down the staircase of the staff house. Also on film. Chanting "USA! USA!"


There were two Girl Scout troops here, too, and though those of us on guest services didn't do all of the hiking/climbing/exploring with them that program did, we spent a ton of time hanging out with them, being bullied into chugging chocolate fondue, joking around and generally enjoying their young and exuberant company. It was definitely sad to see them go, but I'm excited for the incoming girls tomorrow. This is not before more shenanigans on the part of our staff, though- in the books for today is scaling the Main Chalet building via the fire escape ladder, a potluck Summer Solstice Shindig and a trip to our local favorite, Häm's Bistro. Oh, to be young and in navy...