I’ve never thought of myself as
a, “country girl.” I guess this may be a
tad odd since I live in the Midwest…in a house...in the actual country…with
like two barns...and a silo around it…and I love to wear western clothing. Dammit though! I still stand by the idea that I’m not the, “country type." Okay, so apparently I uttered the
atrocity, “y’all,” the other day during conversation. Despite what others claim, I’m still not sold
on the concept that this actually happened…and so what if I immensely enjoy listening to John Denver and Gordon Lightfoot tunes. This means nothing!
However, my argument felt a little weak the
other day when I wore this particular outfit and my boyfriend’s first response was, “You look like you’re on the cast of Hee Haw!” I ask you, is it possible to be horrified and
thrilled at the same time? I believe it
is and that’s exactly how I felt then, and when I snagged this hat at Savers not so long
ago.
I mean please, it's pink, it’s straw,
and it’s hillbilly as hell and God help me, I love it. I wish I could find more occasions to wear
such a piece. I suppose living where I
do I have a number of opportunities that others in much more metropolitan areas
do not. Finally, a perk to living in
darn near the middle of couture nowhere! Realistically, I can wear this baby just about anywhere and not have to explain
myself. The sarcastic inquiry, “Are you going to
a rodeo?” is a totally legitimate question.
Even better, being that it’s summer, I have plenty of appropriate events to choose from in order to wear this baby as much as possible. Tractor pull here I come!...no seriously, I've been to a few of these and have really enjoyed them. The boot watching alone is fantastic!
Not
that I need an excuse to wear this hat, because let’s face it, as soon as I set eyes on this
grotesquely alluring representation of kitschy folk I knew it was coming home
with me…and was going to be worn in both barns…the silo…the rodeo…the tractor
pull…and most likely a McDonald's or two.
-r.
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