Appropriate Attire

After a wonderfully thankful Thanksgiving day, spent with great friends and our darling goddaughter, we spent Friday and Saturday doing nothing. Absolutely NOTHING. Watching TV, playing games on the computer, eating, just vegging out. It felt SO good.

But yesterday we saw the forecast: our 55 degree days will be ending soon—and abruptly. Our barn needs to be winterproofed asap, and cleaned, too. So yesterday we spent the day cleaning and doing some minor maintenance to the barn. B and I shoveled all kinds of crap into the back of the pickup truck—an entire bed full—and moved it to the manure pile. Our neighbor’s horses that we are keeping (temporarily) seem to go more than Major does. And he is so tidy, where they are slobs.

In any case, I realized that the local farm store closed at 3:00, and if I wanted to get any wood shavings for bedding, I would need to get there before that time. L and I decided to go. I contemplated freshening up, but I was just going to go in the FARM store. So it would be appropriate to be wearing bib overalls, a t-shirt, my work boots, and a baseball cap thrown over my scary hair. Right?

I was not expecting that the woman behind the counter would ridicule me for my outfit! She said to me, “Did you not look at yourself in the mirror when you put those clothes on today?” She also told me that she wished she had a camera…

Sheesh, you’d think one could go to town and shop at the farm store looking like a farmer without being ridiculed for looking like such.

Next time I will don a work suit and show up in my patent leather pumps.