Sar­to­rial co­nun­drum for Field Day chicks


Ru­ral blokes ev­ery­where are gearing up to haggle over the price of a new trac­tor, catch up with that fella they haven’t seen since last time and share a pint while com­mis­er­at­ing over the re­cent drought/rain, milk pay­out or wool price.

It’s Field Days time.

Women, on the other hand are bat­tling with a sar­to­rial co­nun­drum.

What to wear to Field Days is given much thought be­fore the gates open to the crowds.

You may scoff, but it is a prob­lem not to be taken likely. And be­lieve it or not, there’s a bit rid­ing on it. You don’t want to be that one chick that stands out from the crowd.

For males it’s easy - they just wear what­ever they would wear if they’re head­ing into town to visit the bank man­ager, with a bit of thought given to footwear (will it be muddy or dusty?, will I be walk­ing too far to con­sider wear- ing jan­dals?, should I just wear my work boots?, is it go­ing to be hot or cold?), and a hat thrown in for good mea­sure to deal with a del­uge or blaz­ing sun. Easy.

For the ladies, it’s a predica­ment.

As well as con­sid­er­ing footwear (jan­dals, san­dals, sneak­ers, a heel, flats, dressy or ca­sual?), you know you’re go­ing to run into half the district while you’re there, many of whom will be cast­ing a crit­i­cal eye over one’s out­fit and qui­etly pass­ing judg­ment.

It hap­pens ev­ery­where and Field Days is no dif­fer­ent, you just have a big­ger au­di­ence.

Do you go a lit­tle bit coun­try be­cause it’s a ru­ral event? Or would that be a lit­tle cliched? Stay a lit­tle bit townie and hope you’re not over the top? Se­quins are in this year, but is that push­ing the fash­ion bound­aries a lit­tle too far?

Do you go ca­sual and wear shorts? But what if peo­ple think you haven’t made an ef­fort? Treat it as a day out and wear a dress? Or is that a bit too much? Skirt and top? Jeans? Since you’re go­ing to be do­ing a lot of walk­ing, is ac­tivewear an op­tion? What if it rains? What if it’s hot and sunny?

Com­fort and style don’t al­ways go to­gether, but that’s prob­a­bly what you’re look­ing for if you’re traips­ing up and down the gravel (dust or mud?) laneways or hang­ing out at the bank’s mar­quee, your heels slowly sink­ing into the grass as you drink warm beer.

It sounds triv­ial, but I bet there isn’t a woman around that hasn’t given this some thought al­ready. We’ve al­ready talked about it in the of­fice. Last year I ran into a re­porter who was wear­ing a dress and heels while cart­ing her cam­era and notepad around while I was in shorts and flats, brazenly flout­ing the com­pany’s dress code in the in­ter­ests of speed and com­fort.

If you get home at the end of the day, put your feet up and dis­cover they’re not blis­tered, you’re not sun­burnt and your hair hasn’t gone frizzy be­cause of the rain, you’ve prob­a­bly won in the fash­ion stakes - and re­ally, that’s all that mat­ters.

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