Living In A Man's World: Clothing
Through the years we’ve collected quite a bit of blue-collar garb. The boys had camo bibs, and we all had camo jackets (some of us had more than one). I know during the winter there are heavy Carhartt coveralls and jackets, to keep warm, and there’s millions and millions of flannel. Flannel everywhere. Dickies is the most popular brand. My father wears it like religion.
Until recently, I did not realize that the men that I live with have altered my style of clothing. I wear flannel, and I enjoy Carhartt jackets. I proudly own not only a Mossy Oak jacket but also a Mossy Oak hat and gloves, for cold mornings in the deer stand.
I love my boots, too. The muddier the better!
Being a tomboy was a choice for me as a little girl. Standing in a bright pink dress and tights, complete with the ruffles across the butt, I came to a crossroads. I could either adapt to my brothers and my father, or royally screw myself and face the world alone.
Years later, decked out in steel toe boots and my Mossy Oak sweatshirt, being a tomboy is no longer a choice.
It’s who I am.
And I wouldn’t change a thing.