The Garden Fashionista
Rain or shine, my special feline wake-up service starts at 6:00 a.m. with a stinky cat paw to the face. In the winter, I try to hide under the comforter. During the gardening season, I drag myself out of bed. Like it or not, 6:00 a.m. is the perfect time to water (not pet naughty cats).
Half asleep, I wander outdoors in rumpled hair and cat-hair covered pajamas like a gardening zombie. Instead of looking for brains, I’m looking for hose attachments (and ultimately a cup of coffee). Bending over the beds, I see a patch of crab grass. Then I have to pull the crab grass… and the suckers off the tomato plants, then the pepper plants. Suddenly, the compost needs to be turned, the pitch folks needs to be washed… And where did I put those new gardening gloves?
Soon it’s 8:30 a.m. and by now, my neighbors have seen much more than the plants in my garden. I’ve been running around the yard with no sunscreen, no bra and no coffee. My pajamas are filthy.
“Mornin’ Jaime!” My neighbor Jeff smiles and waves as he gets into his car. I feel my face turn red as bee balm. This is not the first time he’s caught me in unflattering attire.
On a good day, I go about my garden business in ratty jeans and a tank top. Some days, the BF has to remind me to take off my bike helmet and change out of my bike shorts. Other days, it’s like I’m at a casting call for Grey Gardens, prancing around the yard in a vintage dress, yoga pants, a headscarf and white shoes (Just call me Little Edie).
I can’t be the only absent minded gardener in the metro area. What do you wear to weed and water? Have your neighbors caught you in fashion faux pas? (I guess they should be happy I’m clothed. There’s a dude in England who gardens in a pink silk thong. Ew.)





