I left work early on Thursday to drive to Charleston to attend the closing sale one of the two tack stores. Randomly, I ran into OR's bestie (hi, stalker!), who I was able to bounce ideas off of. And steal breeches from. It's an addiction.
|In unexplainable bumper-to-bumper traffic, I made friends with some bikers. The eldest said, "You heard that saying, 'You gonna ride my ass, at least pull my hair?'" Just a wee bit awkward (I was beside, not behind).|
|Marshland. Not friendly for horses, but beautiful nonetheless.|
Part of this staycation involved some bonding time with Higher Standards Leather Care.
|Cleanish leather on left, dirty on top.|
|I tried something new: citric acid, baking soda and corn starch. Leftover from making M-Day bath bombs.|
|Ten minute soak resulted in some minimal scrubbing! Woo!|
(Sure.. ten minutes in warm water might have done the same thing..)
|I had to take a potty break during my ride (is this my over-30 bladder? fuck me.).|