Making a Work-Appropriate Punk Shirt for Under $5
Because the company I work for is rolling out new dress code that bans any sort of graphics/logos/etc. except for the actually store logo/graphics, that leaves my wardrobe a little bare for what I will and will not be able to wear. Because of that, I’ve decided to kick my DIY skills into gear so I can have something that’s alternative and yet work-appropriate to wear.
I started by buying this black t-shirt which is currently on sale in our store for under $3. With my discount and tax it came out to $2.24, but we’ll round it to $3 since not everyone is going to be getting an additional employee discount.
From there I took this grommet-filled ribbon that I bought at the thrift store my grandma works at. This was a few years ago, so I don’t remember the price really, but it was somewhere around $1. We’ll round it to $2 just to be sure.
From there I hand-sewed the ribbon around the hems of the shirt. While still being a plain black shirt with no sort of logos or graphics, it now has a DIY alternative touch that doesn’t go overboard.
And here’s the finished product! I’ll try and remember to post a picture of me in it when the new regulations kick in!
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I need to show everyone the back of my jean jacket I made a while ago, I’d also like to add I always carry worms in my bag wherever I go
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new embroidery project. my fucking hand hurts.
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It can feel as if there is no such thing as individuality through personal expression and clothing anymore. Everything has so many labels forced upon it.
It’s not simply my favourite cardigan anymore - it’s a coquette, Lana Del Ray, clean girl aesthetic, y2k, off-white, fine knit, ballerinacore cardigan. It creates the impression, that if I was to wear my cardigan, then I would become a living embodiment of all of these things.
It’s not simply my comfiest skirt. It’s now my fairy, mid-rise, Italian-summer-core, lacy, Call-me-by-your-name-peachfuckingaesthetic, mid rise, crepe skirt.
I don’t care whether I’m “fox-pretty” or “bunny-pretty,” and I couldn’t care less if I never knew what my essence is.
It feels like, as a society, and particularly as a generation, as life has become more demanding and more expensive, we are left with diminishing spare time and little disposable income to pursue the things we love or simply might be interested in - the only form of creativity we have been ‘gifted’ is in return for academic or professional validation. There is no room left for self expression.
We see the massive rise in fast fashion consumption, the masses flocking to thrift shops and warehouses to sell their finds on Depop at 3x the price, and we see the influx of videos online about finding out “what kind of animal pretty are you” or “what does your face shape say about you” etc. Of course these are all for entertainment, but it just shows how embedded this mindset is in society right now when if I want to find a new jumper, it’s easier to search via “dark academia, oversized, cluttercore vintage grandpa sweater” than it is to just search “brown baggy jumper.”
We can’t do the things that we enjoy - the things that make us more interesting and well-rounded as people, the things that were once seen as so human. So we turn to self expression in others ways. We crawl into these boxes, already occupied by so many in the same position, in a desperate attempt to feel some kind of freedom of self expression. It’s very ironic. And very sad
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affectionately dubbed the franken mumu, patterned after the columbian ruana. hand sewn from flannel, a few sweatshirts, and an old jacket with crochet thread. currently sporting 8 pockets, working on some bone loop buttons and couching embroidery on the back. ill post those and other smaller details separately :)
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