I’ve really been stressing about the weekend. OK, stress might be a stretch. But I am thinking a lot about the consequences that could come Monday.

Ultimately, I think it’ll be all right.

For anyone who might have been raised on a remote island — which does not mean “Survivor” — Monday is Labor Day. This is a famous day of rest and celebration of our ancestors who fought for workplace ethics for Americans. Most know that this end-of-summer U.S. federal holiday documents the social and economic achievements of American workers.

Others just want to go boating.

For the fashionistas out there, Labor Day is a red flag for the wearing, or not wearing, of white. Someone somewhere in history with some crazy fashion pull made this rule that white shouldn’t be worn once we celebrate the terrible work conditions of our forefathers and foremothers. We are punished for wearing white with the hard smack of a thick wooden ruler on our bony knuckles.

Then made to go change clothes real quick.

Etiquette sticklers swear by the idea that once Labor Day rolls around, white shouldn’t be worn until spring or Easter. Or whenever pastels kick back in after a week of wearing green. I have two words for the year-round white-wear naysayers:

Winter white.

Just think snow and creamy twinkling holiday lights.

Happy Labor Day.

Friday, Saturday and Sunday

The Glenwood Vaudeville Revue’s summer season isn’t stopping at Labor Day. Oh no, they’re not. Vaudeville is helping an injured cast member rest while keeping on, possibly breaking several fashion rules along the way. The cast of this award-winning, family-friendly show is funny. I promise. Find them on weekends at the Masonic Lodge yucking it up with skits, bits, jokes, songs and dances. Shows start at 6:30 p.m. Fridays and Saturdays, and 5:30 p.m. Sundays. See http://www.gvrshow.com for more info.

Saturday

When I think of summer, I think of love. Subsequently when I think of concerts, I think of the ’60s. And when I think of Redstone, I think of magic. So it is with my annual summertime goodbye regret that I say sayonara to Redstone’s Magical Moment Summer Concert Series this year with a ’60s end-of-summer-of-love bonanza at 5:30 p.m. at Redstone Park. The last outdoor show of the Magical Moment season goes down with the Strolling Scones, out of Paonia. They play everything from the Stones to the Birds. These burnt orange suede go-go boots are made for dancing.

Saturday

I’m going to be completely honest here. This issue I’m having about white wardrobe malfunctions has a lot to do with golf. White and golf just go hand-in-hand. Even in wintertime, there are magical places on Earth that are warm and sunny during the winter. Like, say, Florida. Or Hawaii. And in my dreams. River Valley Ranch golf course in Carbondale is also one of those places in my dreams. There, I shoot under par and wear the most fantastic white golf ensemble while playing with gold golf clubs from the men’s tees. I finish the dream on the hypothetical 19th hole (golf for “place to drink”), for example, at the Hattie Thompson Restaurant at RVR around 6. There I listen to live music with Dave Harding and Amy Hawes. And then bam! I’m awake. And it’s really happening.