|So, does L or H get to name the dinosaur?|
Soooo. Before I was brainwashed by bloggerdom, I was perfectly content in a pair of jeans, half chaps and my dying paddock boots.
Beatles t-shirt from Walmart.
A yellow belt I made myself.
Prolly Old Navy or Gap jeans (99% chance thrifted).
Half chaps I bought in college.
Dying Saxon paddock boots.
|Another Walmart t-shirt.|
The rest the same.
And then something happened.
These spandex pants adhered themselves to my legs and tall boots magically appeared on my feet.
My wardrobe continues on a pretty defined path: Tipperary helmet, old race t-shirt or cheap t-shirt or tank top (untucked!), breeches (normally Tuffrider), Target socks, Saxon equi-leather tall boots. The last pair of Saxon boots I had held up for several years. This pair sucks.
|My breeches self, composed of those that I don't wear often. In fact, the rose and green Tuffriders still have the tags.|
|And the breeches I wear a lot, hanging out to dry.|
Side note: tell me how fucking awesome that chair rail is, because I did that shit all by myself!
And since the only shows that I've done have been schooling shows, I top the nicest breeches I own with a polo and call it done:
A generic black polo over a 3/4 length black shirt, because I was concerned about the half-sleeve.
Mango Bay 3-day belt.
Breeches that made me look preggo.