There’s a reason that farm wives like to live in the country.
Not only do we enjoy the peace and quiet of nature – but we also appreciate the fact that no one is around to see our fashion faux pas.
This fact became very clear to me recently while standing in the rain holding fence posts for my husband who was fixing the electric fence.
It wasn’t raining when we started – but it didn’t take long for the light drizzle to get heavier until soon my blue jeans were so wet that movement was difficult, especially on a wet and slippery hillside dotted with fresh cow pies.
Then my glasses got all steamed up and so covered with rain drops that I couldn’t see anything.
Which was good. Because I would have been mortified if I could see the damage the rain was doing to my head.
It wasn’t until later – when I was inside drying off – that I glanced in a mirror and discovered what I really looked like.
The rain had totally soaked the top of my head, plastering the hair down, while the humidity in the air started frizzing the sides out until that hair was almost horizontal.
This unique look could only be described as Bozo the clown.
Not exactly my proudest fashion moment.
At least nobody saw me.
And I didn’t slip on a cow pie.
And I clean up good.
It’s all in a day’s work for a farm wife.