What's in a Name?

I have a tendency to do my farm chores in my bathrobe. The reasons vary. Sometimes I"m cold and don't want to take it off. Then my long farm coat goes over it and slippers are replaced with snow boats. The farm coat does not close anymore, lost it's buttons on various fences. I think Clem, our old toothless goat, may have stolen one but I cannot prove it and of course she denies it. 
Sometimes I'm lazy, I don't take the bathrobe off nor do I remove my slippers. The chickens do not care what I wear to let them out of their house and feed them, only that I show up and do these things. 
My first bathrobe was baby blue, it stopped being that color soon after this habit began. Baby blue and Colorado plains farm dirt looks similar in color to dirty mop water. 
My wonderful daughter must have noticed. She gave me a luxurious candy apple red bathrobe for Christmas a couple years ago. I loved it, the chickens loved it. The ram thought it was an invitation to bull fight so I was careful to stay away from him. I tried not to wear it to do the farm chores but certain habits are very difficult to break and this apparently is one of those. The cuffs turned dark brown no matter how much I scrubbed and tried to stay clean out in the barnyard. Even my handsome son, who does not seem overly concerned with dirty clothes, said "Ma, your robe is looking kinda nasty" Sigh. 
Last Christmas my darling husband gave me a new bathrobe ( do I see a Christmas tradition in the works??). I opened the box "It's brown." and he said joyously, "Yes! It's PRE-brown!"
I smiled from ear to ear, it's BROWN! A beautiful, dark brown. 

Perhaps not a Christmas tradition every year....