Amanda G.'s Carhartt Story

You know, there's nothing better than a broke in pair of Carhartt overalls. I traded my new ones one year to my husband for his faded and stained ones just for comforts sake. I wore them every cool day we had from the time I left the house till I got home from the barns at the racetrack where I kept my horses. I almost dreaded spring, spring meant it was time to hang my faithfull Carhartts up for a few months and deal with the heat. I kept my Carhartts hangin in my tack room, in the same corner every year and every year they'd collect dust and maybe a new scuff or stain just from being where they were but it just added more character to them is the way I saw it. Well, last year when the weather started to warm up I hung up my faithful bibs on their usualy hook not thinking anything different than usual and don't you know someone broke into my tack room and took off with a bit of equipment and my old and comfy Carhartts?! I think I was madder than anything over them being gone, it'd take me another ten years to get a pair as broke in as they were. But I couldn't blame someone for wanting them, they had another ten years left in them for sure, ten comfortable years. To me Carhartt means rugged, faithful, comfortable clothes that'll last through generations and maybe just a few theives along the way.