I tried to warn you, didn't I? Yes, indeed, this is the from one of the newer scrubs catalogues, those purveyors of yet another addiction in my life (I won't tell you how many sets of scrubs I own but, suffice it to say, if handknit scrubs ever become in vogue, I may never have time to leave the house again). I'm not entirely sure what this look is saying (other than "urp"); perhaps something along the lines of "Dr. Jones, he's our man--if he can't do it, NO ONE CAN!!!" or "This is why cheerleaders shouldn't have access to the meds closet". If this woman is not attempting to rally the squad around her as she performs some sort of nasty task in a painfully perky fashion, then she is thinking murderous thoughts about the agent who booked her for this damned catalogue shoot, and wishing she'd had the foresight to hold a pom-pom in front of her face so she never has to explain this. Did I mention it has matching pants (the scrub top, not the poor woman's face)?
Really, uniform designers. We try so hard to keep medical folk from doing drugs......you're not helping.
Must run to Knit for Life, but I wanted to share this so I don't have flashbacks alone. I'm a cruel woman.
By the way, I love you all more than I can say. I was so delighted and suprised to find how many of you were glad to see me back. I think I had fallen into that "I'm not good enough so I'm going to go eat worms" thing. You guys are much better than worms.
Another by the way, you'll be pleased to know that I did not purchase the cheerleader-on-drugs scrubs. However, it is possible that a Pepe Le Pew in love scrub top may have mysteriously appeared in my cart. And maybe the Tweety one, too. Crap. I obviously can't blame wool fumes for this one.....maybe it's brain damage from having my hair pulled back too tightly all day?
I'll write more tomorrow, after another edifying morning with Malibu Barbie and the man with the velcro genitals (bet you'll be back to read tomorrow, won't you?).