I was born and raised in the great state of Texas. Texas is part of the south, but at the same time, isn't part of the south. I was raised with some southern traditions and without others.
When I was a kid, maybe even a teenager, I don't remember, I tried to wear a white skirt to church in the winter time. My mother made me change clothes. I learned the rule "Never where white before Easter or after Labor Day." The rule stuck with me and I stuck to the rule, except for tennis shoes. (It's hard to find tennis shoes that aren't white, but I don't guess that matters too much. I can't imagine a Southern Belle ever wearing tennis shoes to start with.)
I could tell the girls who weren't from the south when I was in college. They would wear white during the time between Labor Day and Easter. No decent southern girl would ever do that. When we moved to Hawaii, I learned they had never heard that rule before. I guess when it's summer everyday of the year, you don't need winter clothes or winter colors. I was part of a program at church one September and was told that we must all wear white dresses or white shirts. How could I do that? I would have to break the rule that I had stuck with for so long. It was hard, but I wore a white shirt that September Sunday.
Since then, I'm a little more lax about the white rule. While I'm still surprised to see women wearing white dresses in the winter time, it isn't quite as shocking. As for me, I still avoid wearing white during the winter.
My husband says I'm silly and maybe I am, but there are some childhood lessons with Southern roots that have stuck with me and I will stick with them.