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I need a personal shopper
Maybe it’s because I started in hunter land, but I really hate Dressage bridles. They’re so… big. And blocky. And padded. And cranked. And blingy. And full of buckles. And the padding is all contrasting colors. And they’re black. And…
Unfortunately, I suspect my budget is not going to give me the luxury of buying a brown dressage saddle quite yet, so I’m going to have to buy a black bridle. My hunter princess soul is dying a little bit.
So if you happen to know of anyone that sells, well, basically hunter bridles in black, please let me know. No bling. No mile-wide nosebands with yard-thick padding. If there must be padding, absolutely no contrasting colors. No crank nosebands. No bling! No buckles where hook and studs would suffice! (I’m looking at you, cheek pieces).
If I have to, I’ll pull out my old hunter bridle. The leather is dark enough that it might just pass for black.
And as long as you’re window shopping for me, if you happen to have any recommendations on galloping/brushing boots that you love to pieces, let me know. I don’t need anything high tech and pushing $100/set, but something that …
Horses in Literature
Chiquita
Beautiful! Sire, you may say so. Thar isn’t her match in the country.
Is thar, old gall—Chiquita, my darling, my beauty!
Feel of that neck, sir—thar’s velvet! Who! Stady—ah, will you, you vixen!
Whoa! I say. Jack, trot her out; let the gentleman look at her paces.
Morgan!—she ain’t nothing else, and I’ve got the papers to prove it.
Sired by Chippewa Chief, and twelve hundred dollars won’t buy her.
Briggs of Tuolumne owned her. Did you know Briggs of Tuolumne?
Busted hisself in White Pine, and
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