By Angie Bicker
Fashion statements are everywhere.
They can show up as wild and crazy wardrobes on runways during New York fashion week or in an episode of Joan Rivers’ “Fashion Police.”
Fashion, whether it’s good or bad, is alive and kicking just like Joan’s plastic surgeon.
Fashionistas come in all shapes and sizes. There is a long line of fashionable women that come to mind: Heidi Klum, Kim Kardashian, Elle Macpherson and Cindy Crawford just to name a few. Their signature looks are undeniable. And no matter how much we hate to admit it, they are beautiful.
I have become a bit of a chicken farmer fashionista recently with a new wardrobe to impress my friends out in the coop. I have a feeling it’s probably something Joan would give a thumbs down to and stick her tongue out at, but who cares?
Maybe Joan, along with the rest of the “Fashion Police” posse, should find out what hardworking women wear. It’s definitely not 5-inch high heels and a skin-tight dress with a plunging neckline.
I’m sorry, but real women don’t look like that. They may want to for a split second, but then its over. I know it is for me. I’m more comfortable wearing my baseball cap, sweatshirt and jeans.
As a diehard chicken farmer, I took my chore clothes attire to another level over the weekend during a shopping trip with my boyfriend, Mike. For the last three years, I have worn a quilted blue and plaid winter coat. My coat is nice until it starts to snow outside and wind chills pick up. When I come back in the house, I smell like a wet hen — literally. So, I decided it was time for an upgrade along with an added feminine touch.
As we shopped, I tried on coat after coat until I heard the fat lady sing. After I slipped my arms into a lovely insulated, pale pink, water resistant chore coat it was all over. I swear I could hear “Alleluia” being sung by every chicken farmer since the beginning of time. It was great. I felt more beautiful than Heidi Klum and Kim Kardashian put together.
After finding a coat, Mike decided this look would not be complete without a pair of coveralls to keep me warm. Talk about a fashion-forward guy — watch out Ralph Lauren. I tried on a couple of different sizes before finding the perfect fit and color, which happened to be a medium in black. Black can be very slimming you know. Heh, even chicken farmers like to watch their girlish figures.
Trying on this apparel reminded me of my first coveralls I had as a kid. As a youngster, I loved helping my grandpa out with his afternoon chores. So, when winter came I just had to have a pair of coveralls just like his. I can’t help but wonder if he knew what an impact he had on my life.
I loved my first pair of coveralls back in November 1983. I thought I was the coolest 7 year old around donning my Golden Harvest cap that Grandpa gave me. I can remember standing in the feed wagon with him shoveling out feed for the cattle. What a wonderful memory. All kids should have memories that stand out like that with their grandparents.
In case your wondering, I still have that Golden Harvest cap hanging in my closet. I’m sure Grandpa Naftzger would have gotten a kick out of my unique fashion sense.
Angie Bicker has been employed with the Clinton Herald since 2001. She can be reached at email@example.com.