Suddenly, as my ’95 Toyota Corolla attempted to navigate the mud-filled path in front of the barn, it hit me – I am an official cowgirl! True I don’t own a single cow, a horse, or even my own pair of chaps, but I was hired to train cattle to become oxen. If that isn’t a cowgirl I don’t know what is (except of course, the girls who go round up cattle in Montana and Wyoming for their family cattle ranches, but still). I now could officially check off one of my dreams. I was a cowgirl.
In order to complete this transformation from complete city-slicker to cowgirl I performed necessary rituals. The first one – new country mix. I titled it: “Because I Am A Cowgirl.”
Next step in the transformation – new gear. I finally had a legitimate excuse to buy a Carhart jacket. And pants. And gloves. And a pair of socks. There are two official Carhart stores in the nation, and yes Salt Lake City happens to possess one of them. Lucky me!
Along with a new jacket, pants, gloves, and pair of socks I also bought a pair of Boggs. And in case you don’t know what those are they are neoprene slash plastic boots – basically farmer boots and if you don’t believe me go walk into your nearest IFA store and check them out – all farmers where them.
So yes, I now, am officially and completely, a cowgirl.
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