My name is Lydia Grace and I live in East-Jesus-Nowhere, Connecticut. I am a eighteen-year-old agnostic liberal and my favorite word is 'alacrity'. I own a firecracker of a pony nicknamed Mercy, ride two other beasts from the northeast, and aspire to train and show a zebra. I live with both parents and a rescue dog. "Here comes a fighter."
I am an equestrian, feminist, cripple, bibliophile, artisan, Inspirata, part-time peddler, and incorrigible dreamer. I believe in triumph over adversary and I like Italian food. I am going to be a jockey. This is my blog.
Inspiratae illa verba legent....
A lot of them aren’t very good unless your horse is bombproof and you are a beginner who isn’t going anywhere fast. They slide back and forth when you gallop. There’s also a lot of cheap Velcro involved with them, so they are loud. They do not distribute the weight of the rider evenly like a saddle does so it’s up to you (and let’s face it, most people cannot, many top riders included, over a prolonged period of time).
A good saddle has structure to protect a horse’s spine. The cheap Indian treeless ones do not. The nicer ones do, but need to be fit just like any other saddle. However, because of how soft they are, they tend to change over time and make a horse’s back sore. The billets also create pressure points most of the time which causes chafing and sores.
Yeah, they are supposed to be comfortable, but I wouldn’t want one in my tack room and I would never use it for anything that requires me to put pressure in the stirrups for extended amounts of time. They just slip and are a lot more trouble than they are worth.
Everyone is going to flip a shit over this but bridle-less and I don’t appear to agree on anything; if she even knows who I am she probably dislikes me because I tend to ‘reblog’ some of the stuff that she does with my own, usually inflammatory commentary. I still follow her, though—I actually like her blog and I like it when she says something nice to someone who has lost a horse or isn’t feeling well. I also like that she makes short, personal text posts—I love it when you guys do that; it’s like getting a little look into someone’s life who is so different than you are.
I had never heard of sassy-addie at all but her name has popped up in my inbox a few times tonight so I looked at her blog for the first time. I think that Sugar is beautiful and I hope that the user does not actually drop her weight down to just over one hundred pounds as she stated to want in her ‘about’ section because I think that she looks great the way that she is.
I am about three hundred percent sure that warmbloodz hates me. I still follow her. warmbloodz just messaged me. She doesn’t hate me.
You literally would not believe how often I get messages like this. You can talk to me. I am not scary. I am not going to bite you. I like everyone until they give me a reason not to; I’m not a complete asshole!
Anyhow, hey, you—I’m doing okay! I got yelled at to a disproportionate degree today but then I went to one of the farms and rode a couple of horses and reconnected with Miranda B. (follow that girl, y’all) so it all balances out!
No; I have, like, deformed feet. I’m an adult who wears a size three-and-a-half shoe; there is something wrong there.
I think I may now be the only equestrian blog to receive messages from a foot fetish blog to date.
March 30, 2012: I rode the pony again twenty-eight days later but I wasn’t cleared to drive, never mind ride, and it was an atrocious experience. If by ‘back in the saddle’ you meant ‘ride like a normal freaking human being’, whelp, I’m still waiting for that.
Do you seriously think that all three hundred teenagers and young adults there are going to hit the international stage in one of the most selective, money-biased industries in the world?
Yeah, no, that’s not going to happen.
White pine, first or second…I do not think that I would ever make a standard out of something that I would not make a coffee table out of. Rails are just pressure-treated landscaping poles; they should not be too heavy.