The Strongest Kind of Soft: A Story from the Farm

By Wendi, from the farm

Over the years, Noelle’s little goat herd has grown beyond what we ever imagined. This year, we were overwhelmed with babies—many from mothers who weren’t into the whole mothering thing. Suddenly, our living room turned into a goat ER.

There were sleepless nights, bottle feedings, tube feedings… and two fragile little twins: Ember and Oakley.

The Little Flame That Wouldn’t Go Out

Oakley was the stronger one—always watching out for his sister. When she couldn’t cry, he’d cry for her. Ember was touch and go, so weak she couldn’t even stand to feed. But Noelle and I weren’t giving up. We did daily physical therapy with her, holding her upright, willing her little legs to find their way.

And she did.

Just this week, we caught her on video (📹 watch it here) leaping with the others. Her name, Ember, fit perfectly—a tiny flame that just wouldn’t go out.

Letting Go, Together

A family came by, hoping to buy a little girl and boy as pets. Noelle and I looked at each other—and we knew. The only way to keep these two together was to let them go together.

Once they left, we cried in the living room where it all began.

I’m not sure I’m built for this side of farm life. They say not to get attached. That it makes you soft. But I’ve come to believe the opposite.

Letting yourself love deeply—whether it’s a goat, a person, or just hope for a new day—is the most courageous thing we can do.
And that kind of soft? It’s the strongest thing there is.

For Women Who Do It All

Here’s the thing… I’m kind of an unlikely farm wife.

The idea of muddy boots in my entryway? Not my dream. And if you’d told me years ago that I’d have stinky goats living in my house for weeks—weeks!—I would’ve laughed and gone back to lighting a candle and fluffing my throw pillows.

I love animals. I also love clean floors and feeling pulled together.

And for women like me—who can go from bottle-feeding a lamb in the morning to lunch with a friend in town—it’s always been hard to find clothes that do both.

That’s part of why I started creating what I call farm couture: clothes that feel beautiful, feminine, and strong enough to hold a whole life.

💛 A Final Word from the Farm

If you’ve ever felt like you don’t “fit the mold,” you’re not alone.

Maybe you’re a little too soft for the hustle.
A little too polished for the pasture.
A little too much of everything, everywhere.

I see you. I am you. And I think you’re exactly right.

With love from the farm,
Wendi