Yesterday, as I was browsing through blogs and horsey websites, I came across something I had never seen before: a blanket sizing chart from the manufacturer. OMG. Usually, if anyone like myself, who lives in english-riding-hell (ie no tackstores, period) wants to buy something, they have to first find it on the internet, then read ridiculous amounts of reviews, then check for sizing comments by end users, then evaluate the end users to see if they are actually credible, then make a guess as to what size options are necessary.
It's painful, but it's all we've got. Anyways. Based on the official manufacturer chart that I found, Izzy's new blanket that was sitting in my living room was completely the wrong size. Meaning, it would be about a foot too big.
I promptly freaked out. How am I going to come up with money to buy more blankets right now? OMG. Ouch. Not happening! Nerves! As soon as I could get away from work, I raced home, threw it in the car, and drove to the barn.
Fortunately, it fits absolutely perfectly. I'd actually never taken it out of the box before and I must say, I'm completely smitten. The leg arches are SO FREAKING COOL and it's really, really soft, which I did not expect from a turnout.
In fact, I'm -highly- tempted to continue saving pennies and get her a second one new. >.> We'll see how that goes.
Poor pony mare was not overly enthused about trying on her winter blanket over her winter coat in 65+ degree weather.
My plans for the day had already been derailed because my boarder friend wasn't able to ride with me, so instead we tacked up for a dressage ride.
Is she adorable or what?
The more tack-whorish, ahem, astute among may be aghast that Izzy is sporting open fronts with dressage tack. I have one thing to say to you:
If I pay $70 for a set of boots, I am going to put them on pretty much everything with legs all the time. Besides, the black and white motiff looks cute.
We had a nice, if unspectacular, ride. I still don't feel like we're connecting right and I'd really like a lesson to sort it out, but that's another story for another day.