Friday, September 6, 2013

I Like Things, Buy Me Stuff

Ahhh, its the christmas season.

No really, all the stores have christmas decorations and trees out already. Its September. Are we bypassing  Halloween and Thanksgiving now? Will we eventually really have a Christmas in July? Perhaps we will never know.

I do know though that the Dover sale got me all a tither with the wants. I got it bad. Typical American. Forget the real meaning of christmas, just give me stuff. But really, now I have thoughts of tack trunks and leather goods with red bows on them dancing in my head. I need want so many things. ALL the things.

 I saved supe rhard this year and managed to purchase myself a pair of bitchin XC boots, and a five point breastplate (drunkedly on Ebay). I also got a noseband for Yankee that cost an arm and a leg, but it was necessary and works swimmingly for XC. Too bad we never once evented this year.  (That IS going to change in FL). But we are dressed for it! *sad laugh*

I've been plotting what I can con my boyfriend and parents into buying for me. Since I'm a big girl now (haha, right) I only get one present from the rents and I usually ask for something expensiver. Last year mom bought me GORGEOUS plaid shipping boots. They are amazing.

This year...oh this year. So many options. SO little time. So so little monies I has.

Do you ever realize just how much money you don't have until you look around at the barn tack room and every single saddle is a custom schleese? Every bit cost about $100. ALL the boots are at least $100/pair and the riders are always wearing the classiest breeches and fashionable tall boots. Um. I can has preese? Donate?

And I'm over here, queen of second hand shit. Yay Ebay.

So this year, to try and be fancy, I asked for one thing I have ALWAYS wanted. A wooden tack trunk. Gotta stay swagtacular, especially among all the bitches in Florida. My crappy $60 black thing I bought at home depot just won't do anymore. I hooked the BF in on this one ;)

Specifically, dis one.  Its an awesome weird color (cherry) and its just beautiful. My tack whore self needs a place to store all my things and I am OBSESSED with nameplates. All my tack (no seriously, all of it) has a name plate and oh my god, you can put a nameplate on a wood box.

 The rents have been heckled to get me new field boots. I don't know if you've seen the ones I currently own, but they are...dead. I have to keep them closed with vetwrap and there is a giant hole in one of them. They are so ratchet it aint funny. Luckily Jackie donated her half chaps to me, and loaned me her show boots for this season but I really do NEED new boots. For riding. I don't need them to survive, but whatever. I need them. You know.

Two other smallish things I would really love is the combination polo wraps (elastic on the inside, polo wrap on the outside, extra supportive and shit) and a thinline half pad for my dressage saddle. I really think it would make a difference, but I can't justify even the Ebay price of $100. Gah.

One day I won't even blink at dropping some hundos on my horses' wardrobe but for now I still cry a little inside when I pay board and buy grain.

Its a beautiful curse I tell you. Riding.


  1. Recently got a Sawhorse Tack Trunk and it took 3 months to ship. I got the size smaller than the one you listed and it's pretty tiny -- can't fit a spray bottle standing upright in it. Just FYI :)

  2. The things you ask for for Christmas are way more expensive than anything I ever asked for lol. Or could even imagine asking for.

  3. I too love expensive horse I worked 7 days a week for 3 years to buy it all ahha...still do extra jobs on the side to fund my tack addiction :)

  4. The beauty of having divorced parents: one giant gift from each parent. Double the loot!

    Oh. I mean, boosadface divorce, yay Christmas?

  5. I love that your post almost seems to be googizled I laughed out loud while reading it!:)

  6. I go to vintage shops and flea markets and see tack trunks for cheap.
    Most vendors do not know what they have or the price range the trunks go for.

  7. I swear building your own trunk isn't that hard. Con the BF into THAT. I could probably get my Trunk Builder (aka dad) to sketch out his measurements. I love my trunk. Everything and then some fits into it at shows. Sorta makes me feel like Polly Pocket.