Being a farm girl is filled with contrary notes. We balance between maintaining our femininity, and proving to the guys that we can do things just as well (if not better, sometimes!) as they can. I can't even count how many times I have laughed at myself for my conflicting appearance. With my long hair coiled into a bun, wearing a nice skirt, donning dirty muck boots, a Carrhartt coat that smells like buck goat, and leather gloves with holes in them; I suppose I do make a funny sight! ;) Farm Girl, I Am.
You know you're a farm girl when...
Your pocket knife is treasured more than a cell phone or make-up kit.
You don't mind hugging buck goats, or stinky cows.
Day-old chicks make you happy.
The most worn pair of shoes you own are your rubber rain boots.
And the boots have flowers on them. ;)
You consider dirt as makeup, and hay as hair baubles.
In your coat pockets, you find bobby pins, lip balm, unused elastrator bands, screws, and hay chaff.
You say good morning to the chickens, and address them as "Ladies".
You wear your muddy boots into town.
You know how to work a drill and fencing pliers, but you can't for the life of you figure out that contraption called a "curling iron" that so many other girls use these days.
You either use hairspray that has a strength of 10, or you just don't even bother to put your hair up.
Your closet consists of an array of clothing that used to be considered 'nice'. They might still be, if they didn't have those bleach spots, and rips in them.
You dream of the day when you have leather gloves that don't have holes in them!
Or maybe just having gloves that fit?
Guys typically scare you, unless they're helping buck hay or otherwise make themselves useful.
Your idea of a late night is staying up until 9:30.
You sport a very nice farmer's tan almost the whole year around.
You find hay under your shirt at the end of the day.
You call all the animals "dearie", "honey", and "darlin'". Whether it's a 1,000 lb. steer, or a small chicken.
Your idea of a manicure is to clip your fingernails even shorter than they already are.
When looking for clothes, you always hit the thrift stores first, and you look for what's on sale.
You give up trying to look "nice" when you're at home, since it's inevitable that an animal will slobber on you, you'll snag your clothes on the fencing, or you will engage in a sporadic weeding spree. But in the end, that's all okay, since you are after all....
A farm girl...
You know you're a farm girl when...
Your pocket knife is treasured more than a cell phone or make-up kit.
You don't mind hugging buck goats, or stinky cows.
Day-old chicks make you happy.
The most worn pair of shoes you own are your rubber rain boots.
And the boots have flowers on them. ;)
You consider dirt as makeup, and hay as hair baubles.
In your coat pockets, you find bobby pins, lip balm, unused elastrator bands, screws, and hay chaff.
You say good morning to the chickens, and address them as "Ladies".
You wear your muddy boots into town.
You know how to work a drill and fencing pliers, but you can't for the life of you figure out that contraption called a "curling iron" that so many other girls use these days.
You either use hairspray that has a strength of 10, or you just don't even bother to put your hair up.
Your closet consists of an array of clothing that used to be considered 'nice'. They might still be, if they didn't have those bleach spots, and rips in them.
You dream of the day when you have leather gloves that don't have holes in them!
Or maybe just having gloves that fit?
Guys typically scare you, unless they're helping buck hay or otherwise make themselves useful.
Your idea of a late night is staying up until 9:30.
You sport a very nice farmer's tan almost the whole year around.
You find hay under your shirt at the end of the day.
You call all the animals "dearie", "honey", and "darlin'". Whether it's a 1,000 lb. steer, or a small chicken.
Your idea of a manicure is to clip your fingernails even shorter than they already are.
When looking for clothes, you always hit the thrift stores first, and you look for what's on sale.
You give up trying to look "nice" when you're at home, since it's inevitable that an animal will slobber on you, you'll snag your clothes on the fencing, or you will engage in a sporadic weeding spree. But in the end, that's all okay, since you are after all....
A farm girl...
:D That's funny, Caitie!
ReplyDeleteI just have to say, from one farm girl to another, this is WONDERFUL. I especially love the list of pocket contents. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks guys! :)
ReplyDeleteAnd welcome Tara! Glad to have you visit here!
P.S. Am I the only girl who has elastrator bands in her coat pockets...? ;) LOL. I suppose I should take those out one of these days.
Sounds like me!
ReplyDeleteCJ