I created a hashtag on Instagram regaling my rideless life. #thingsyoudowhenyourhorseiscrippled
So, I thought I would share some photos, so you non-IGers know that I'm not drowning my sorrows in a vat of frozen Chunky Monkey mixed with Malibu. That actually sounds pretty damned delicious.
Tags for the new halter.
Leather-stamping, because it's stupid easy.
I bought from CuttinCrazy on Etsy. LPT: she sells six tiny nail vinyls for three dollars. You know what they fit on? Gloves.
And itty-bitty curry combs.
From Relatively Stable, to christen the new helmet.
I'm hoping the weird checkerboard thing will grow on me.
A tiara because I'm a fucking queen.
Really, though, it's a reference to the "Sport of Kings, King of Sports".
And then I cleaned and re-waterproofed Archie's blankets. I would have done a "tutorial" on this, but there were only two steps: clean the blankets, spray the blankets.
I just used this stuff. $10 at Home Depot. I'll let y'all know how well it works in a month or so. The can got me two coats on the sheet and one coat on the blanket, as well as the new halter and lead twice.
And after I hosed it off at the barn.
And, also, because I only have two emotional options (eating and shopping), I bought a few saddle pads that were on clearance at HorseLoverz. Including this obnoxious yellow one that makes me absurdly happy.
The yellow isn't true in this photo, but I'm only happier with the pad now that it's embellished with a skull.
Which brings me to thirteen saddle pads and two half pads. Only room to grow!
I tried to take the shit on a little walk to the woods, but the mares galloped over and Archie forgot he was a gelding and also forgot that there was a little human flapping at the other end of his kite.