getting shirty
May. 25th, 2005 11:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alenxa_classicWomen's fashion has never agreed with me, but lately it's ridiculous. With the median expectation of dress code at work having been raised, I was forced to make a foray into the wilds of the mall last month in search of collared shirts and light sweaters to replace about 80% of my previous stock (which is now classified as Friday wear). I managed to find a bunch of stuff that mostly fits, is machine washable, and doesn't all make me look 45, but it wasn't easy.
Now I get to deal with the aftermath of actions taken out of necessity. Two of the shirts need ironing to look presentable, which bites. The pair of pants I bought does not fit, as my definition of "fit" was heavily influenced by the 95% market share of "comfort stretch" pants tailored for women with no waistlines; i.e., anything that didn't bag at the waist and threaten to pop a thigh seam was, at that point, a godsend. The fact that these pants flaunt my butt flab didn't enter my mind in the dressing room, but was painfully clear in the harsh light of home. I'm treating it as incentive to lose weight again.
The worst problem is one that I couldn't possibly have known about just from a good try-on. It afflicts one of the iron-hungry shirts, and another one I call the "uniform shirt" due to the near-necessity of owning one of its cut and color (white and fitted, meant to be untucked) if you are a female professional between the ages of 19 and 35. They have 3/4 sleeves, which stop at about the elbow, and which, by about 1:30 on a normal workday, begin to make me itch. It's not the Woolite, because we washed the white one in regular detergent this time and it worked its evil anyway. It's not the dryer sheets, because I have several sweaters that have to dry flat which also do this to me when I roll up the sleeves. I had thought it was the fibers in the sweaters, but it's looking more like the middle 1/3 of my inner arms just can't tolerate being squeezed by cloth. If so, the next challenge is going to be finding shirts that don't have 3/4 sleeves. Because there's another 95% market share out there that probably doesn't favor me, either.
Well, it's one less shirt to iron, at least......
Now I get to deal with the aftermath of actions taken out of necessity. Two of the shirts need ironing to look presentable, which bites. The pair of pants I bought does not fit, as my definition of "fit" was heavily influenced by the 95% market share of "comfort stretch" pants tailored for women with no waistlines; i.e., anything that didn't bag at the waist and threaten to pop a thigh seam was, at that point, a godsend. The fact that these pants flaunt my butt flab didn't enter my mind in the dressing room, but was painfully clear in the harsh light of home. I'm treating it as incentive to lose weight again.
The worst problem is one that I couldn't possibly have known about just from a good try-on. It afflicts one of the iron-hungry shirts, and another one I call the "uniform shirt" due to the near-necessity of owning one of its cut and color (white and fitted, meant to be untucked) if you are a female professional between the ages of 19 and 35. They have 3/4 sleeves, which stop at about the elbow, and which, by about 1:30 on a normal workday, begin to make me itch. It's not the Woolite, because we washed the white one in regular detergent this time and it worked its evil anyway. It's not the dryer sheets, because I have several sweaters that have to dry flat which also do this to me when I roll up the sleeves. I had thought it was the fibers in the sweaters, but it's looking more like the middle 1/3 of my inner arms just can't tolerate being squeezed by cloth. If so, the next challenge is going to be finding shirts that don't have 3/4 sleeves. Because there's another 95% market share out there that probably doesn't favor me, either.
Well, it's one less shirt to iron, at least......
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Date: 2005-05-26 01:41 pm (UTC)Well, thank goodness. Only eight more years of wearing “uniform shirts” — then you can switch over to dowdy tweed and scratch your arms all day. ;-)
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