First
up was a new helmet. My trusty Troxel had served me well but fell victim to a
sticky substance I couldn’t remove, even with goo-be-gone.
Next
up was new shoes – of the metal, hoof shaped variety. Ransom has been barefoot
for the last year and a half, but given his toed-out conformation and the
upcoming dry season, I had him shod. In the region where I live, boy – are
those shoes pricey! And he grows out of them every seven weeks like a child having
a growth spurt. Ransom also got new leg boots which, I confess, was primarily
to meet dress code expectations at the new barn.
But
the big purchase was a new (used) saddle and pad. I knew I wanted to upgrade
eventually, but I didn’t expect it to happen so soon. I normally agonize over a
decision of this magnitude (financially speaking), but an opportunity presented
itself and I seized it. It happened so fast I had no time to guilt trip myself
about discretionary spending.
My
old saddle was a well-loved hand-me-down that was too narrow for Ransom’s
shoulders and a bit small for me, but we made do. My new saddle is the nicest
piece of tack I’ve ever called my own. Its wide tree leaves a nice smooth sweat
mark on Ransom’s back – no dry spots. It completes Ransom’s quality,
coordinated ensemble, which means I can now return to the comfort of my frugal,
guilt-free saving.
I know how you feel, I splurged on a cashel fly mask and pink bell boots for my Bella.
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