1) That I'm a flat-lander (not from Vermont, and one of the worst insults you can give an actual Vermonter) because no actual Vermonter would ever wear their fancy stuff with the stuff that gets chicken poop on it.
2) That I spent so much money on the bag and the jacket that I couldn't afford to buy fancy boots/shoes to go with them, and therefore I'm wildly impractical and must also not be from around here. I know this because the only jacket that Vermonters spend mad amounts of money on that gets worn with our barn boots is a red and black checked wool one. Our family is classy enough to also own a pair of the matching pants (with suspenders). You know you're a truly loved individual when you receive the set as a gift, as my husband did from his parents. Dear Santa, if you could also put one of those coats (in my size, not my husband's) on my list, I promise to stop stealing my husband's and I promise not to eat all of your cookies this year...maybe.
Thanks for stopping by,