Friday, 20 May 2011

The Power of Powder Blue

My husband came home last week, bearing new long-sleeved work shirts of a pale blue colour.  Considering that he works in the environment of an oily truck workshop – admittedly in the Admin offices, I find it a strange choice of colour. The last ones they were given (it’s nice at least that they are provided free of charge), were a practical navy blue check, a nice ‘power’ colour to boot. What has occasioned this new change to a namby pamby, wishy-washy appearance? Surely just the need to keep someone employed, whose function is ‘change for the sake of change’.  I can see this all-male environment having sheepish expressions on their faces, as they desperately try not to spill their lunch down their shirts or get pen marks on them before the day is half through. They are also quite thick (nice for Joburg but too much for Cape Town’s mild winter) and take longer to iron. And as for that annoying pleat down the back....!   Probably someone has imparted some psychological claptrap about the need to have a ‘calming’ effect in the workplace – whether this is aimed at the customers or the staff is point to ponder.
The effect of colour generally though is well known.  What impresses me the most is that fast food outlets have deliberately loud, clashing colours, which are designed initially to attract you in, and then to make you so uncomfortable that you leave in a hurry.  That’s clever.


  1. My uniforms started out as navy/charcoal stripes and I was constantly mistaken for an auto mechanic! I am the only one with outside uniforms so I make the decisions on them so I switched to a nice burgundy color shirt with khaki pants which I liked very much. The first time I wore one of the new uniforms, one of the ladies I work with thought I had just stopped in on my way to a wedding or something!

    After a couple of years with those I began to have trouble with the looseness of the pants and needed something a little different so I switched to bluejeans. There is one of our maids that is in her late 60s and as she watched me go down the hall pushing an air-conditioner on a low cart (forcing me to bend over) she commented, "You got jeans now, you look good in jeans!" and then proceeded to get terribly embarrassed and flustered because she hadn't meant for the comment to come out sounding so suggestive! :) I still get a good laugh every time I think of it! :)

  2. Did you say "iron"? Oh my, I don't care to iron. I enjoyed this post though.

  3. Oh, Book Nut - you do make me laugh. And yes, my husband only wears pure cotton, we don't tumble dry anything here - everything hangs outside in the sun, so it has to be ironed.