We Wants It

You might remember that I had a couple of saddles to play with. I had no intention of buying anything, but one shouldn't go snorkeling in stream bottoms if one doesn't want to find magic rings. 

It quickly went from "hm 17.5" Custom Advantage is interesting" to this: 

We told you it was tricksy. We told you it was false. 

It came to me. My own. My precious.

Not its business. Leave us alone. 

Nasty elves twisted it. TAKE IT OFF US.

That would kill us. KILL US. 

We be nice to them if they be nice to usssss. 

"I will take the precious to the mountain of FIRE"

I spent a long weekend waffling back and forth between MY PRECIOUS and OBVIOUSLY ITS CRIPPLING MY HORSE (because apparently now that we have used a fitter ONE WHOLE TIME, I am completely incapable of making decisions). 

But then after a fateful ride in which I spent 10 minutes in my old saddle, then ripped it off in disgust, this happened:

#frodofailed

Which is to say. The Custom is here to stay. Stand by whilst I sell my soul to afford it. (And yes. Alyssa approved it provided said soul was actually listed for sale today.)