Style is a way in which great minds think.
Some women have a natural “Flair for style” I seem to have my own version of that, “Floundering in fashion.” I try hard but honestly my style depends largely on the weather and the task at hand, especially here on the farm. Not everyone, I have to say gets my style, but I am noticing some friends of mine have certainly been catching on.
One morning, for example, I was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee while basking in the warmth of the sun streaming through the big window. Enjoying those southern views of the farm and getting lulled into a false sense of temperature. This happens more often than you would think, especially when the woodstove is always roaring, just beneath my feet in the basement.
The saying “Sweating bullets” comes to mind for some reason. Even if I am not sure what that truly means I do understand the “sweating” part. I finished that coffee quickly, trying to escape the overwhelming heat. I hurried downstairs and began putting on layers over top of my pajamas. Wearing flannel frolicking monkey pajamas always make this girl happy. If you are laughing at that, I do believe you would too if you worked from home and not in that office; and you know it.
Anyhow, I layered on my warm fleece hoodie, lined coveralls, my heavy canvas vest with the big pockets, that orange hat I had knitted that My Hero keeps borrowing, and a new beautiful neck warmer creation that my friend Holly had mailed to me. It matches perfectly, I knew I was “styling” now. See what I mean about how my friends understand my sense of style. Finally, overtop of those colourful fleece socks from another friend who gets me, I slipped on those Pink Cadillac Boots, pulled on lined rubber gloves and sunglasses. I slid that door open and stepped outside.
-20 degrees Celsius plus wind-chill, oh yes it was cold out there. “Darn that blinding heat holding sun”, it had deceived me once again. There would be no peeling off of layers this morning, or so I thought. I went about my chores, but while sitting in the tractor with its heat pumping heater I began taking one layer off at a time starting with the hat, neck warmer then finally the vest. Having to exit to open and close gates and talk to the cows I had to put all those layers I had removed back on. I was starting to feel like a clothing model at a fashion show “changing out” constantly.
With the chores all done and back at the house, once again basking in the heat of the sun streaming through that big window I looked down and giggled at those frolicking monkey flannels. That is when I noticed that I had almost forgotten to mention one friend who seems to understand my sense of style extremely well. Feralwoman, (to those of us who know and love her) understands the word style. Thank you girls.
Who knows my “Floundering in fashion” style may catch on. Maybe after everyone reads this blog post there will be those calls and before you know it, you will see me on the cover of one of those fancy fashion magazines. Can you see it?