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.