In a span of only 12 hours, I managed to wash my Carhartt coat, AND my muck boots. For those of you who know me well, this is almost unbelievable. I do not wash my Carhartt. Period. Exclamation point. The boots also do not receive special attention. Both of these articles of clothing are the work horses of my life and I love them most when they are streaked with mud and have hay chaff sprinkled liberally on them. I have worn my boots more than any other pair of shoes I have ever owned, and the Carhartt has the same honors when it comes to coats.
But today both were washed...
I'm headed out to another Raw Milk Training Day come Saturday morning, and I figured I should probably be polite and arrive in a respectable state... Sigh. We're doing a pasture walk during tomorrow's session, which is why I will be wearing my beloved boots. The Carhartt just goes without saying.
But worry not. Once Saturday is over, then the boots and coat will go back to their normal, dirty look. After all, we wouldn't want them to be too clean now, would we?