20110829

helplessness inquiries that i'm choosing to answer at a later time

So it has come to this: sewing books that I'm having trouble keeping open.  Three, to be exact.  I might be jumping ahead of myself, pitching in a couture sewing book for good measure, though it's never too early to sew like Karl, yes?

Speaking of days following tomorrow, I will have sewn several napkins and an a-line skirt for -- I suppose the time will have come -- myself.  I imagine there will be some fabric displacement involved.  In an ideal world, we can eat pastries without halt, and I will be able to sew without a dressform.  Dressforms are daunting.  The selection is innumerable; how do I settle on one, and which one?  Do male dressforms come in my size?  Should I just buy a kid's dressform for smaller sizing?  Are they even called dressforms? 

20110606

uniform

Professionalism is largely a social construct, something I can't say I have a full handle over at times.  "Your clothes are wrinkled."  "That's my aesthetic," I would reply, ideally.  But deep within, I knew better than to divulge before I knew better.

Scrubs are my uniform of chance.  They're worn with fear at my institution.  And like many things from the place mentioned, adhesions are lost as laxer alternatives are experimented with.  It's not surprising to see polo and crew necks on my coworkers.  Neither would it be surprising to take off my scrubs and resort to my v-neck underneath, my opinion. 

I'm arriving at a conclusion that didn't require pavement, but since I'm here: unlike personal style, uniforms are to be of witness to the customer.  Arguing its effect on the wearer's work mentality is a valid point, though the greater picture is to be seen from the consumer point of view.  Work is work, after all.