You probably wo n’t be surprised to learn that I have always been very aware of” the outfit” in my life, given that you are familiar with my mother, the woman who runs a clothing store in the city where I was born.
It goes without saying that there have been many hours spent filling and flinging clothes to and from closets, discussing what to use for Christmas, Thanksgiving, a time, my marriage, your marriage, to the shore, the club, and everything in between. My mother was raised with four girls and later went on to raise three herself.
There have been explanations and outbursts over denim dresses and borrowed shoes, a lot of philosophical discussion about accessories and where to find the right purse, and plenty of time spent wondering why my fashion forward family allowed me to use leotard and tights for the majority of 1986.
I wo n’t even bring up the hair bows or the brief instance when women and girls were genuinely interested in the” Pirate shirt.”
As people, we spend a lot of time stumbling around in front of our closets, trying to put up items in our clothing that will serve our needs for the person we need to be on that particular time.
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Because we are often asked to serve a single purpose in our everyday life, just like our clothing.
While I may believe that we can all appreciate different aspects of fashion, I believe that women can appreciate clothing that really works for them rather than against them.
In any case, these self-imposed trends are there to serve as a reminder of the journey we’ve taken to develop into ourselves and figure out how to manifest that home to the world. These are the kinds of discussions I’ve already had with my family and my own sons.
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the discussions my father and I had? Well, they have usually behaved in this manner:
” You better use sections because it’s cold outside because when we get outside, you can take things off but not put more on.”
Of course, he meant wherever we were that day, whether it was chasing cattle, setting up a fence, or tearing something down.
No questions are asked because when I was a child and then live on the house, function takes precedence over fashion. Yet my mother understands this, despite the fact that she has been known to spend the entire night blistering her legs while standing in shoes. I ca n’t judge because I’ve been there as well, but I do think she’s to blame for the blisters.
On the ranch, however, nothing is happy if their feet are n’t happy. The same holds true for arms and ears. Before an all-day collection in the chilly air of the fall, where there is nothing you can do but locked up and ride and take note that the next day and every time you get your pussy back out there, you may use: These are classes learned through a few bad decisions made:
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1 ) High-quality boots
2 ) appropriate shoes
3 ) A respectable, weather-appropriate hat
4 ) And the appropriate jeans, for Martha Stewart’s like…
Which brings to mind one of my most embarrassing experiences—the occasion I blew through TWO pairs of jeans on the first day of a two-day walk in the Badlands with famous horse trainer Craig Cameron and his great friend the professional bull rider with the smallest waist I’ve ever seen. Have I previously mentioned this to you? Oh my God, the slender waist bull rider offered me his extra pair of pants after I tore through my next pair before dinner on the first day, as if I were n’t a 19-year-old college student who had spent the previous two centuries eating late-night chicken Alfredo from the school cafeteria. There was no means my higher hips stood a chance, so I had to turn down his offer. However, Craig Cameron’s Jeeps? It appears that they fit perfectly, though.
Even after more than 20 years, the remembrance also makes me cringe.
Yeah, it’s the time of bundling up for drop function at the ranch, so I’ve been thinking about appropriate attire lately. As a result, I pulled out all the neckerchiefs, chapkins, and long underwear I could discover. You’d think that given how much Carhartt we have scattered across the doorway floors, they would offer me some sort of endorsement deal or something. However, all these years later, I hear my father’s advice come straight to my daughters, who now seem to be planning how to make their nice clothes more popular. As I watched my oldest floppy across the room the other day after wearing adorable shoes that were one length too small for a new 4- H meeting, I realized that it’s something they inherit from their mother. Function over clothing or fashion over function? If only we were n’t forced to make a decision…
Regardless, since it’s Christmas, I’ll be sorting gloves, wool socks, and looking for the cutest Christmas dresses I can find if you need me.