When I first started buying tack for Elvis, I didn’t see any point in buying anything name brand or nice. I would get the cheapest of the cheap stuff off of Ebay, and think I was a whole lot smarter than people who spent mega bucks on fancy stuff. Stupid them. Then I decided I needed a Western headstall in light oil with silver conchos. Had I shown Elvis western? No. Was I realistically going to show Elvis western? No, but…
I was talking with Kate over at Party Down! the other night about the topic of tall boots has been forbidden in my house. My husband is a patient listener of all things horse, but what I like to call the ‘great tall boot dilemma’ has been going on now for a year and he finally said enough is enough. Which means I am now turning to you, loyal readers, for advice. You’re welcome. The Problem… Wide Calves, High Expectations,…
Sometimes when your Tuesday starts off less than stellar at work, you need a little retail therapy. At the tack store. At the tack store with the 60% off tag sale. At the sale rack filled with polo shirts. And you love polo shirts.
I am not a thin and svelte person, and although I’m in a campaign to lose weight… I know I’m never going to be a size 0. Or a size 2… or if we’re being realistic a size 4 and who knows what else. So traditional rise breeches with a relaxed cut in the hip (like the old Tailored Sportsman Pro Hunters) are my friend. You know what is not my friend? Low rise. Seriously, why? I know these aren’t as low…
In my brilliant youth, I have ridden without a helmet. Like, a lot. At first it was because I got a western saddle for Elvis, and “western riders don’t need to wear helmets.” Of course, that rule should get thrown out the window when you get really smart and start jumping around in a western saddle. But now that I am older and slightly less stupid, I always wear a helmet when I ride. I’d like to say that it’s because…
Had a nice lesson on Adora last night. Thanks everyone for the kind comments yesterday – they made me feel better. I absolutely can learn a lot from every horse – even a schoolmaster like her. It took me a bit to get used to her bigger jump and longer stride, but when I made myself sit up (one of my really bad habits is leaning forward) things went much better. Hoping to ride another new school horse on Wednesday….
I should start off by saying that one of my goals in life is to be a hunter princess. It’s completely selfish and silly, but I want all the smancy tack and clothes and I want to look polished at all times. As of now, I have a bit of a ways to go. The good news is that after years of buying the cheapest stuff possible, I have learned that quality does last. Now I do tons of shopping…
For the most part, I really like my job. With everything though, some days are better than others. On the less than stellar days, I need an extra punch of something to make it through the afternoon. Drinking during lunch is less than ideal due to possible repercussions, and while some days I’ll go have a vent lunch with my co-workers on the really bad days it’s not enough. For the really bad days, there’s only one place to go. In case…