I use dto work for a large org. which had branded uniforms which were a particular easily recognisable colour, (forest green, except where hi-vis was required) across the board but individually suited to the main tasks people were doing. At some point in time, some office prat bigwig decided it would be more cost effective, if all the various uniforms became one colour, one style and bought from one place.
After a poll to see which colour, it became two colours, (navy blue and pale blue. Some things got better but most got worse, unless you were a posterior chair polishing guru, (Chair Polisher or CP). The fleeces got warmer but as a trade-off, they were so fleecy, they wore out faster soaked up water & soiled faster than a sponge, whereas the old ones shed water and thus were ease to keep presentable in the field.
Trousers went from being good, rugged outdoor clobber with plenty of useable pockets, to having two small pockets, which you couldn't keep car keys in. But hey, they were stylish. Just the sort of thing a CP likes to swank around meetings in.
It was also suggested by the office prat bigwig, that safety boots/shoes were necessary but didn't look good, so could their wearer only don them when moving heavy things, then swap back to "... good polished shoes for the rest of the day." Out came the pitchforks; I honestly thought 'the' CP would get lynched before the week's end. I wondered whether lynching was considered as requiring safety boots/shoes during the actual hoisting.
Waterproof head gear became knitted wooly hat. Just the sort of thing to keep you comfortable in rain, hail & snow. Especially if you happen to be a CP looking out at the window at the inclement weather.
Gloves became a thing of the past, as wearing them would make it difficult to type or use the laser pointer.
Coats went from being short, zipped closure with poppers or velco with a detachable hood. To long, almost to the knee, zipped and in some cases buttoned, fixed hood with draw-cords. Just the sort of design nightmare you need, while slogging up a mountain with tools to repair a wall or in the woods doing emergency work in windblown stands or fencing off an eroded footpath across a water-logged field.
But when it came to the T-shirts, the hemp rope, faggots & barrels of oil were brought out for the CP. They went from being smooth cotton crewe necked, to the coarsest, heavy canvas like polo shirts with abnormally high colours. I presumed, in case one wished to keep one's ears shielded from the shouts of the baying horde. You'd have been more comfortable wearing a suit if sandpaper. They rubbed & chafed, especially when damp, especially in the back of the neck and under the arms. And seemingly only came in two sizes; ine was a slim shirt length, which restricted the breathing; the other, big enough to get a good lungful of air but so long you were in fear if tripping over the hem.
As with so many purchasing agreements in large companies/organisations, the bigwig CP had documented proof, that she had searched high & low for the best price on the best clothing available and had no fiscal connection with the single designated clothing supplier. No, no connection to speak of. She just happened to be happily married to its found, owner and company director.
I disliked polo shirts before, I now hate them with a vengeance! Be smart by all means but be comfortable & safe first.