My mom and stepdad live on a farm in the middle of nowhere in eastern Colorado, and they do farm stuff. They have goats, cattle, horses, chickens, sheep, donkeys, etc. They love the life they live, and they fully embrace the lifestyle that it comes with.
They also have farm friends. One of their farm friends, who also has a farm with cattle, hosts an annual round-up. Its where all these farm people assemble and bring their horses and gather the herd of cattle from the pasture and bring the babies in for annual shots and castration.
Round-up is ten days from now, and to fit in with the crowd, I figured I needed to look country. I'm probably the only "city" person attending this shindig, so I should at least try to play the part. I've already got the boots, the dirty jeans, and the button up; all I needed was a hat (to boot!).
Completely coincidentally, I was explaining all of this to a colleague at work when SHE proclaimed that SHE TOO was attending a round-up a few weeks from now and was in need of some fringe-y leather gloves!! Lo and behold, a woman who could relate. So we decided to go shopping this evening.
After much trial and tribulation, and many many hats, I found the one. It's from a local vendor and made out of felt, interestingly enough, so when it gets bent or folded (or stepped on by an ornery bull calf) it pops right back into place. It came with a hefty price tag, but I was willing to pay the price, both for the purpose of this blog and for my fashion-forwardness at round-up.
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