Sunday, April 29, 2007

The Uniform



Here is a dress that mostly fits. I had some problems inserting the zipper and this caused some really unsightly lumps to form on the back. I made many changes to the fit and more are required. The neck hole is too small. I have to decide if I should put more energy into making this dress wearable or start over with better looking fabric now that the pattern has been adapted. The yoke offers a lot of decorative possibilities.

When I was in high school I decided to wear a uniform. I went to a public school where most kids valued their freedom of expression through fashion. I thought it would be more freeing to remove the daily decision-making about what to wear. One of my close friends decided to do it too, so we went to the mall and picked out matching dresses. We wore them every day to school until the end of the year. We drifted apart over the summer, so we went back in the fall in our regular clothes. Toward the end of that year (our senior year) we rekindled our bond and decided to wear uniforms again. We picked out new ones - better in many ways from the first model. They looked very similar to this dress. We made it through the first week, and felt good. I didn't see her over the weekend and when I got to school Monday I saw that she wasn't wearing hers, but I was. I don't know why she didn't let me know what her plans were. We never talked much after that. I decided to keep wearing the uniform but it never felt as good as an independent act.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

I did wear a uniform in high school and although it didn't allow me to breeze through those four tumultuous years totally unscathed, it did remove the daily angst of trying on 14 different outfits. I can't tell you how much I still long for my green plaid skirt and green blazer--and with a crisp white blouse and green knee socks? C'est tres facionable! I even think family life was better and less stressful when mothers wore housedresses and aprons instead of trying to cram their fifty year old bottoms into blue jeans. And don't get me started on my philosophy of a more peaceful world through the mandatory wearing of muumuus. And, no, I don't know if that is spelled correctly, but if you wearing one, you wouldn't care.