Today I had myself fitted for my new uniform. (Yeah, the title is my vitals and it isn't very impressive.) I don't know why but for the past 8 years of my college life, I have been having trouble with school uniforms.
Like in my first year of nursing. My blouse was whiter than my skirt. And it was too loose and I looked really bulky. And I just remembered. My white hospital duty shoes were mismatched, too. One was whiter than the other. I couldn't return it because I only noticed when I had been wearing it for a few weeks already.
My uniform for med school was pretty much the same. I still wore white skirts. But instead of a white blouse, we wore white blazers and white sleeveless shirts. But my uniform didn't turn out as expected. I don't know why the dressmaker bothered getting my measurements. She could just have pulled numbers out of the air and saved herself the trouble. She made my blazer a couple of sizes too big. I looked like a hip-hopper.
Given my history of ill-fitting uniforms, it's not unreasonable for me to worry just a little bit about my new uniform. I hope it turns out well because looking good makes you feel good. Well, at least most of the time.
My new seamstress is a nice elderly lady from our town. I like her. And she's been doing this her whole life so I'm a little more hopeful. I'm still keeping my fingers crossed.
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