Did I tell you I’m starting a massage course in a couple of weeks?
Well…I’m starting a massage course in a couple of weeks at my local college…evening class…come away hopefully with a level 3 thing with lots of letters…NCVQTI…oh… the QTI is something else…well…its a qualification of sorts.
My sticking point arrived this week when a letter arrived making me feel like a school kid telling me what I could and couldn’t wear for practical classes. I decided to just go along with it… not make a fuss…. no… not even about the screaming sexual inequality of ‘students’ having to go with a pre-decided uniform (it has a diagonal fastening in turquoise) and the ‘male students’ (I suspect night classes won’t be much in the way of a pick up joint for me)… can have a ‘professional tunic’ – non-specified.
But…I’m ignoring that… just ordering what’s recommended and hopefully getting through the course.
So I’m a bit late getting uniform sorted…think I’ll order by phone… hate buying clothes mail order as unlike most women I rarely have much of an idea what size will fit me. I had a lovely phone conversation with the girl on the phone… told her I’m old… I’ve no idea what size I am as I’ve recently lost a couple of stone but can give her my measurements.. see what she thinks.
She in turn rings her sewing department and comes back and tells me that other than my waist measurement I’m a size 10… so how about we do a size 12 to be on the safe side as thats what my waist measurement is?
Are you sure? I says.
I check their returns policy and order a size 12 tunic and trousers.
I guess thats consistant with size 14 stuff needing pinning and me being able to take off my Next size 16 jeans without unfastening them.. but gosh.
I await my uniform with interest.