Ellen is one of my dearest friends. She’s been a Carhartt girl since we were kids. A typical sleepover at her house included sleeping under the stars in the pasture or sneaking her shetland pony into the kitchen. Their family had several special Carhartt coats set aside for outdoor chores, each one a different color and size. A few of them were men’s, some were women’s, and a couple were kid’s. Her mom would tell them to go out to the barn and feed the horses, specifying which color Carhartt coat they should wear. It was a big honor every time the kids’ outerwear color changed. They wore that Carhartt as a badge of honor as a testament of how much they’d grown.