Category Archives: city vs country

Past and present


I giggled when I noticed my leather jacket and Doc Martins…


in front of my sewing machine.  I lived in NYC when I got that jacket.  I got the boots when I lived in LA and was obsessed with the Green Lantern.  The person I was could never imagine that I would be here, in SW Virginia, married to a local, with 10 chickens, growing some of my own food, with an ALMOST 13 year old daughter.

I was committed to being single.  Everything that mattered to me fit in my Blue two door Tercel.  I moved when ever I wanted, which averaged about every year and a half. I did whatever I wanted.  I was obsessed with pop-culture, seeing movies the weekend they came out and I spend my winter weekends snowboarding. I was happy-ish.

Now, when I see people magazine, I do ask who is that woman and why does she want to die, I have seen about 6 movies at the theater in the last 12 years, snowboarding only brings up thoughts of me breaking something and not being able to take care of my family. All our cars are 4 door and we have a minivan.  With all that said, I feel better than I have in my life.

I am comfortable in my own skin in a way that alluded me in my 20s.  I am confidant in my choices as a parent in a way I wasn’t in my 30s.  At 45 with green Docs and a leather jacket on a sewing chair mixing my past and present.

Looking forward to the future!


Working in the garden has made me contemplate the clothing item that I have never even considered an option over the age of 5…bib overalls.  I have found my self saying “I’m country, but not that county” more and more these days.  What has brought about this new possibility is my back/butt area falling out the back of my pants every time I bend over to pull a weed or plant a seed, I spend more time doing the pull your pants up dance than getting work done.  When I come in the belt loops on the side or muddy and brown, just another sign that overall might not be out of the realm of work clothes.


I really never understood overalls, other than children and women in certain types of magazines geared towards men, does the world really need overalls?  Yes, it seems we do.  The part of me who lived in NY and LA, drank top shelf booze and enjoyed tasting menus, is screaming NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  Butt (get it…butt) the part of me that hangs out when I am working in the yard says yes please.  I am not even sure what to do next, go to TSC and get bibs or keep fighting it, and holding on to that bit if city still left in me.