Monday, January 5, 2015

Coveralls

No matter what is said, there is no - and I mean NO - way to put coveralls on gracefully.  Please understand, coveralls are a necessity on the farm especially when it's 12 degrees outside.  Oh, they make cute coverall for the skinny farmer but that's not what lives here.   Now, if you think a killer whale lunging out of the water and beaching itself is graceful in some way, perhaps you could imagine that a lunatic homesteading aging woman is graceful when she steps daintily into her Oklahoma red mud colored overalls.  Imagine that she is balanced perfectly like a ballerina and the coveralls come swirling around her like snow.  The dance is careful but smooth.  A stretched out arm is luxuriously draped with multi-layered quilted stiffness.  The shoulders are shrugged and wiggled to coax the material to it's preferred resting place.  And, suddenly, there it is...  the thing that looks like a cross between the Michelin tire man and Sasquatch-ina covered in red-brown sauce... ME!