Forewarning: this post has little to no educational value and is a monologue of me whining. You have been warned.
I’m kind of on the verge of losing my shit, and I think I’m going to lose it over tall boots. I know the subject of tall boots is not new to anyone who’s been around this blog for a little while, but I have reached a whole new frustration level. Let me tell you a little story:
Last October when I competed in my first horse show in 5+ years, the zipper broke on my left tall boots one week before the show. I rushed it to a cobbler and begged/pleaded for them to fix it. They did and I got the boots the night before my show, and showed in them the next day.
Last November before my first weekend away show ever, my right tall boot broke two days before we left. There was no time to fix them. I’m not proud of this, but I literally cried on the way home from the barn. We duct taped them at the show.
And now, about three days after I get my repaired right tall boot back from the cobbler… I break the left one last night. Yup. I had on a thicker pair of breeches, used a string to string them up and POP! The zipper popped off the leather in one spot and the pull separated from the other side of the zipper.
Fucking a. Seriously.
So although I did not cry, I am really pissed/bummed/mostly pissed. I have reached the following conclusions:
- I can’t have nice things
- I am too fat for tall boots
- These Ovation boots are crap
- They say boots should be skin tight, but really the zippers can’t support the fit you are supposed to have
- This is another sign I should eventually do jumpers so I can just wear my gd half chaps
I’m going to go stew in my anger now. You may go back to your regularly scheduled programming.