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Tradie fashion...

I'm routinely on the train around 6.30 in the a.m. and this provides me with insight to some of the peoples going into the city at that time of the day.

It's a pretty busy time for tradies. A lot of them sleep between Box Hill and Richmond. All these grown men and sometimes - but not very often - women curled up against rattling windows. I don't know how they do it, it would give me a headache, but I suppose when you work hard outside all day long, you need all the sleep you can get.

Flouro clothing is obviously worn for safety. The characteristic orange and chartreuse are instantly recognisable (though, inexplicably, the general public seem to have started wearing them - or the numbers of tradies have swollen in the past couple of years).

Here's the thing, though. It used to be just shirts and jackets, now it's caps, beanies, socks, backpacks, drink bottles, and even boots. I mean, a little strip of sock above a boot isn't a necessity, is it? When did tradies start wearing backpacks while working?

Maybe all these extras are encouraged? I have to wonder though if I'm witnessing a trend, a fashion, in tradie wear? The concept of fashion and tradies tickles me. I imagine tradies swanning the catwalk, and checking out tradie fashion magasines.

'Hey, have you seen those new flouro nail guns?'

'Nah mate, where'd you see those?'

'Tony brought one to the site last Tuesday, you should check it out, it's great!'

'Yeah? Well, you know me, I can never get enough fluoro!'

'Yeah, I know, right?'

Maybe I'm being tradie-ist? Does anyone have any insight? Any tradies reading this?

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