It all started in the first months that I was on the farm full time. Daryl wanted to bid on some farm machinery at an auction and couldn’t get off work. Since I was available now – I said that I would do it. With a lot of hesitation and soon trust, we agreed that this is what we should do. I was supposed to bid on a corn planter and a livestock trailer. How hard could this be, right? We went to the auction the day before so he could show me the machinery that I should bid on and I was glad that they had identification numbers on them for the auctioneer and the others like me. I sure would hate to come home with the wrong thing! So I took down the numbers on my trustee free seed corn tablet and we went home. We thought that I should get there by noon and that would give me plenty of time before the corn planter would get sold. So the next morning I hurried and got the morning chores done and then picked out the perfect outfit for the day. It wasn’t really that cold out at the time, so I went with some jeans, long sleeved shirt and for earrings, I had on some small hoops. I also went with a small fur neck scarf that went well with any of the jackets that I would might have to wear. I brought along extra jackets, you know just in case.
So off to the auction I went. It was about an hour drive to get there and I had the music on in the car with a trusty Diet Coke beside me. Daryl called only once to see if I left yet and then up’d the dollar amount to spend if I have to on the corn planter. As I’m driving up to the auction, nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see. The auction was a very large one and all I saw was literally hundreds and hundreds of pick up trucks. It was like a bee hive for trucks. So I thought, no big deal and I wasn’t going to get intimidated. I parked the Pacifica in the midst of the ‘swarm’ and got out. My game plan was to get a feel of the crowd to see how this farm auction thing works. Now remember I was styl’n and smile’n as I walking through the crowd. I did notice that everyone had the gold insulated overalls on, but I thought that this was such an overkill. I soon realized that after I put on all 4 of my coats, maybe I should have rethought the whole dress code.
It was so windy at the auction and for part of the day it actually started to sleet and snow! I was trying to buy some time because I did go early, and went inside a shed to get a sandwich. Daryl always said the best part of an auction was the food. So after I figured out how the guys stand in line thing works, I bought a maidrite for dinner. I went outside and bit into it and it tasted so grainy. What in the world? What I found out was that I had so much dirt in my teeth from the crazy wind, that the sandwich tasted like sand when I bit into it. Not cool.
So now it’s getting close to the first planter that I was going to bid on. The auctioneer started and I jumped in after the first round of bids. He looked at me and asked if I was really bidding. WHAT?? OK, since there was probably 400 + people at the auction and I counted only 3 girls, what did that really mean? I said Yes. I bid the planter up to where my budget was and then backed out. After that I could see some of the guys staring at me and at first I thought that maybe they thought that I was looking good. But then I remembered the dirt in my teeth episode earlier and the four layers of coats that I had! I hung out for awhile and bid on another corn planter and the trailer. I didn’t get either one. During the course of the afternoon only one brave man asked me why I was there. That’s pretty funny.
My brother a couple of days later said that he had an insulated overall if I wanted it. I realized that I should have asked for it for the auction. Because what I learned is that you really need to dress the part – not only to keep your legs from going numb but also to be able to create my new definition of styl’n and smile’n.