Farm Girl Pink

Ladies-Tell me if you hear me:

I want a full line of Farm use items covered in the most garish, girly-girl, pink lace—pink hats, pink gloves, pink shovels, pink pliers and yes, a pink headlamp.

Why, do you ask?

You know why...

Because husbands have a way of using “your” stuff so as to render it unusable by you ever again. Hats stretched out by oversized man-heads. Gloves made nearly unrecognizable by some nameless
shop grease. Your beloved water tank ice chopping mini ax worn dull by repeated blows to a bolt that wouldn’t budge.

And headlamps...headlamps you slap on your own head as you rush out the door to catch errant chickens from the trees...headlamps that as you cross the yard, you realize your head is starting to feel damp because your husband wore it all day while working on his truck and SOAKED IT SOPPING WET WITH SWEAT.

This, of course, results in you flinging the nasty thing off mid-yard, too grossed out to even pick it up again. Give me manure, give me abscesses, give me dead animals to pick up but never make touch someone else’s old sweaty anything.

And so I plan to design the pinkest, girliest line of Farm things—not because I feel particular pink or girly when pulling lambs at 3am in February or climbing buildings to catch dumb roosters from the rafters, but because I hope to maybe ward off man-use of my things.

Maybe. I can kind of see him heading out clad head to toe in pink lace and not noticing until someone at the car parts store said something. 🙄