It has occurred to me that we are not the only group of women who have engaged in a white shirt project.
The school I work at once had a home ec. department, now long gone. Left behind though, are many books on clothing that I read, and sometimes I think I am the only reader.
One of these is Barbara Burman's The culture of home sewing. It is an interesting book. One of the themes in it is that when women entered the workforce in the 20's (post WWI - after they had been called up to do the jobs that the men had left behind) and went off to work in offices, they had no idea what to wear.
What to wear at home, they knew. What to wear as domestic help, they knew. But what to wear in an office- well they had no idea.
This era, as a result, gave birth to the woman's magazine (they exploded during this period), many of which contained sewing patterns, and to the printed pattern, as women tried to teach themselves how to negotiate a strange environment in which there was no precedent.
Part of that process led to the feminization of male dress.
We would know this as the shirt waist blouse and the serge skirt.
It seems to me that this history is worth considering.
The white shirt, after all, has a banded (wear with a tie) collar and other male details.
It also has me thinking of what it was like for working women, trying to dress on very modest salaries. (Come to think of it, that hasn't changed).
I have found vintage patterns down in my collection that feature many details to be added to the same pattern, will post some pictures tomorrow. Dollar stretching patterns.
What did they do to extend their resources to dress as well as the workplace required? How important to that was the white blouse, or shirt, that would go with every thing?
This all reminds me tonight of my grandmother who once went nuts when I unraveled thread from a bobbin so I could wind on a new colour.
"Save that," she said to me. "That costs money."
This was the same grandmother who was a book-keeper before she married, and was always wistful about her lost career. The same grandmother who used to tell me stories about friends who had remained single and working - "She had a good job you know, she was in Coats at Eatons," (the late great Canadian department store).
Sometimes, she would end these stories with "better a good career than a bad marriage." I wonder what that bride of the 20's was trying to say to me?
Funny that I now, as I move to the end of a very interesting career, plot on many days how I can go back home and be the housewife I always felt I was, only one in disguise.
And wearing a white shirt.