My ensemble is from the Bob Evans fashion house, and Phil is head-to-toe Burger King.
Polyester restaurant uniforms do nothing for the wearer’s self esteem, I can tell you from personal experience. Will you take a look at this 1987 photo that my mom snapped of Phil and me just as we were both about to head to our respective summer jobs? Wow.
I got to wear a deep rust double-knit with little flowers and a matching apron for my waitress gig at Bob Evans. And mine was the good uniform of the two! Poor Phil had to wear this ghastly bright rust ensemble, with a faux vest attached to the shirt—and a matching ball cap—to work at Burger King.
There are certain things that teenagers don’t traditionally like to do. Being forced to wear something they dislike is one of them. But because we wanted to save money for college, Phil and I donned these polyester monstrosities several times a week to earn our pay. Teenagers also don’t much like having their photograph taken when they’re in said ugly clothes, but Mom insisted on getting this shot. Now I’m really happy that she did because I love having photographic evidence of our days of slinging hash to stack cheese.
Product/technique notes
I used Simple Stories Harvest Lane products to make this page (the colors were just perfect) and sketch #189 from Creative Scrappers.
A fabulous page Janice! Love the uniforms!!
Thanks, Tracey! Weren’t those uniforms delicious? 😉 I just had to do a page about this, and the new Simple Stories collection had the perfect colors. How could I wait a second longer?