In response to the snarky email I got the other day accusing me of being full of pride, reader A.McSp quipped, "See?? I knew you were just in it for the glamor!! You're so busted you big ol' diva you! LOL!!! It must have been the fancy manicures that gave it away. snrk snrk snrrrrrrrk!"
She's right, of course. My life here on the farm is glamorous beyond all comprehension. Join me as I give you a taste of my glamorous life.
My glamorous day job: mucking out the barn. This also leaves me covered with my favorite perfume, Eau de vache.
In this glamorous life, I subscribe to high fashion. Here's my glamorous footware. Thrift store, $6.
My special occasion footwear. Très chic, non?
My glamorous jewelry. Don and the girls bought this for me last month, and I love it. How many times have I worn it? Zero. Farm life is tough on jewelry.
My glamorous hands. Do you like my manicure?
Our home tends to be a home of projects. Music projects. Writing projects. Cooking projects. Tankard projects. Canning projects. Schoolwork projects. Even reading "projects."
What this means is the accouterments of these projects get scattered everywhere. Music. Computers. Kitchen mess. Tankards in various stages. Canning implements. Schoolbooks and papers. And of course books galore.
My glamorous kitchen, recently featured in Architectural Digest.
Some of my glamorous coworkers, Raven and Shadow. Notice the glamorous office décor in front, the ginormous manure pile.
My glamorous wardrobe, mostly consisting of fashionably distressed T-shirts and sweatpants.
My glamorous corner office... tucked in a corner between the stove and the toaster oven.
My glamorous pet.
So there you have it. Thanks for joining me on my glamour tour!