A rerun, but still oh, so true. All my skirts have pockets. I’m spoiled. Then I put on some slacks/trousers and grrrrrr. You call that a pocket? 1/4 inch deep if that much?!? No.
Many, many years ago, a lady physician wrote into the Journal of the American Medical Association, JAMA with the following observation. “Freud was wrong. Women have pocket envy.” Mom read the letter aloud, I giggled, and had to agree. I had already reached the age where pocketage helped determine if I wanted the garment or not. And had experienced the frustration of women’s fashion and pockets.
Men need pockets because they don’t carry purses, or at least they didn’t until rather recently. Wallets, keys, theater tickets, money, lip-stuff*, whistles, and now firearms all require pocketage. Hankies, gloves, and the list goes on of things that need to be carried in pockets. Women had handbags.
Except I didn’t carry a handbag. I carried a school backpack, and needed pockets. Pocket knives go in pockets. Lip-stuff goes into pockets. Hankies, hall-passes, all need pockets. Now, lip-stiff, pocket-knife, and classroom key all go into pockets. I love waistcoats with the little pockets that are just right for a knife and a key. Pockets, pockets, gotta have them!
I’m the odd woman who insists on opening the pockets on blazers so I can use them (and thus ruining the lie of the jacket). All my skirts have pockets and I put things in them, although the skirts are so full no one notices. I put my hands into my coat pockets in winter, when I need to. I love all the pockets in Duluth’s women’s pants, although some of them are not in the best of locations. Those little fabric pouches let me keep my hands free, my shoulder unencumbered, a writing implement close at hand. My lip-stuff is in easy reach at all times. My keys are not hiding in the depths of my work satchel. Some will even hold my Kindle™! Reading material, keys, ID, what more does a woman need? And the knife, of course. Can’t forget that.**
Gotta have pockets. I love pockets. I have a pocket check-list for leaving the house. No pockets, no purchase is my rule of thumb for trousers, skirts, and jackets.
Me and the kangaroos. We gotta have our pockets.
*Around here, a lot of men carry lip balm of some kind, be it manly mentholated Carmex™ for the coaches or el cheapo generic Chap-stick™-type stuff.
**The Day Job has a don’t ask-don’t-tell policy for staff with pocket knives and multi-tools. If no one sees it, it doesn’t exist. If I forget to leave it in the car, well, no one’s searched my bag yet. (They are probably afraid to. I’ve been known to tell it to “Sit. Stay” while I’m in the workroom.)
Justine Dorne’s YouTube channel”Early American” had her getting dressed for a wedding, and she put on pockets, which tied around her waist. Her skirt then went over that. The skirt had pocket slits so she could access the under pockets thru the skirt slits. The pockets looked about 4 inch wide by 8 inch long. Also has a second channel, Frontier life. Highly recommend both.
Some of my going-to-town long sleeve pocket t-shirts are getting too rough for that duty, so they’ll be relegated to household work shirts. I just realized I have three long-sleeve shirts in the “town” category that never get used because of no pockets. They’ll work around the house.
My old-school flip phone does well in my shirt pocket, along with a pen and the shopping list.
I like shirt pockets, but not at Day Job. I have to lean over too often, and gravity picks my pocket.
And I never use the cell phone in a shirt pocket at home, for the same reason. Had to stop using a cargo pocket because the phone would try to come with the checkbook, with unpleasant results.
I don’t purchase T-Shirts that don’t have pockets.
It doesn’t matter if the T-Shirt has an image that I like. No Pockets, Don’t Purchase.
By the way, Hunter In Shadows: Familiar Generations Book 2 Is Available! 😀
Pockets? Oh yes, gotta have ’em. Even beyond my regular guy pocket stuff — keys, wallet, pocketknife, spare change – I have so much Stuff to carry that additional pockets are a necessity. Cellphone, card case, spare camera battery, pocket medikit, eyeglass cleaner cloth, gloves as necessary, small bottles of bug spray and sunscreen in summer … the list just goes on and on. I have a light jacket that I call my Australian jacket, because it’s got more pockets than a herd of kangaroos. Even in high summer – I have a birders’ vest from BigPockets.com that has recursive pockets (one pocket has another pocket inside it) along with a pocket intended to hold a water bottle and a couple of pockets big enough to hold a Kindle or a tightly folded rain poncho.
I used to have a vest like that, purchased from Banana Republic when they really did sell neat stuff for outdoor use back in the early 1980s. The vest got loved to death, and expired in the mid-1990s.
Must’ve loaded after I checked this morning, just bought it 😁
What frustrates me with Wranglers is the lack of depth on the front and back pockets… Sigh… And yes, we all carry stuff in our pockets. Snort… Flight suit story- One kid on the crew was new to aviation, didn’t realize he could ‘use’ all the pockets on the flight suit. He was amazed at what we all carried. Checklist books, knives, shroud cutters, watch, wallets, spectacles, etc… 🙂 A couple of weeks later, he was loaded down like a pack mule!
I wear aggressively pockety clothing, and still run short when I’m out and about in the yard working on stuff. Just got myself a big, pockety work apron for carrying tools, fasteners, and whatnot; this should help.
And I’m persistently annoyed that the tractor has only a small toolbox. One of these days, I need to add something for carrying project tools – rakes, shovels, saws, and so on.
Unrelated to the topic, but it deserves a mention: Colonel Joseph Kittinger USAF (Ret) died yesterday at the age of 94. Who was he? you might ask. Well, besides being a fighter pilot and POW in Vietnam, he’s the fella who in 1960 rode a balloon to the edge of space — 102,000 feet — then jumped out and parachuted back to the ground. He was in free-fall for almost five minutes before deploying his parachute.
Officially, his jump (known as Project Excelsior) was intended to collect information about the tolerance of the human body for high-altitude parachute jumps, with an eye toward the possibility of bailing out from a spacecraft that was still in atmosphere. Me, I think his actual goal was to win the title of Craziest Human Being of All Time. F’sure nobody else has come close to the mark he set. 🙂
We all know that purses, unlike pockets, are bigger on the inside than the outside. Purses are pocket universes!