|she is cartoon pony|
Labor Day weekend was... stressful... so I voted to allow myself one good, solid splurge on related tack sales. I'd just started riding Zoe bareback, so I was leaning towards that Thinline Bareback Pad that I have wanted since the Izzy days. It was 20% off with free shipping, which is tempting.
There was a local tack trailer (that I love) at a local show (that I was going to). I waited to pull the trigger on the pad until I got to the trailer to peruse their selection. I was the first customer up the ramp like WHAT HAVE WE HERE when the owner took the one bridle I've been drooling on for well over a year now and stuck it on the sale rack.
It was still substantially more than the bareback pad. And I have a Zoe bridle.
But. SUPPORT LOCAL BUSINESSES, AMIRIGHT.
|teeny supports local shows. unrelated man supports teeny.|
Plus I explained how Zoe is a custom fit girl and the shop owner was 100% on board with letting me try it on her and then swapping out parts to get the fit right.
Plus notorious spend-thrifts Alyssa and Nadia were both on site. They always tell me no to everything (and are like "spend your money on lessons/shows"
because they are haters) but they both saw the bridle and the sale price and went "yeah the bareback pad will always be there GET THE BRIDLE".
When hell freezes over, you don't question it. You just get your skates and go for it.
|my trunk is busy, ok?|
I pranced out to the barn the next day. Put the bridle on the Zoe.
|Zoebird is not impressed|
...and found out that apparently it was dinosaur sized. Whoops. Fortunately, my mobile tack shop lady makes barn visits and when I sent her the photo, she brought me the next size down. Ladies and (maybe) gents, I give you Zoe in a horse sized bridle:
Dear bridle makers: if your horse size fits my 100% custom mare face, you are doing it wrong.
So that happened. And that was certainly enough. I pretty well blew the stress shopping budget out of the water there.
But I was wandering around the internet, as one does, and I ran across a saddle that Roxie's mom and I had discussed as a potentially good fit for Zoe. It looked like it would work for me. It looked like it would work for Zoe. It was priced at like 40% of what I'd expect given the brand and condition. And yeah, there were like 7 people in front of me in line for it.
So I kinda forgot about it for a few days, then followed up.
And got an invoice.
And then a box.
|quite a box|
|i should have made a better selfie face. oh well.|
With a fancy dressage saddle inside.
Again, I pranced out to the barn to dress up Ms. Zoebird.
And uh. Does she look like a fantastic little future dressage mare or what?
I regret nothing.
And if you're looking for my checking account, it's definitely not in the shallow grave in my back yard. HUSH YOU.