Emilie spooked today and bam! off I went. Happy to confirm that gravity is still working as intended. Hit the fence. The fence is okay.
Apparently no one liked the experiments in colour. We’ll stick to black and white for now.
Somebody did suggest colouring book-style pages, though — to download for their kids. Would you be interested in something like that?
Did a small photoshoot of Emilie today. Maria Louise was kind enough to convince the lady to model. Dry bread gets you far.
And of course, I couldn’t resist:
I made a word. I like this word. It is now my word. Feel free to use my new word whenever someone keeps making up shit explanations as to why their reins are too short, their spurs too sharp, and their noseband too tight.
Trying a design change this week: Colour! I am still keeping it scribbly, but what do you think? Stay or go?
My first horse, a high strung Arabian, hated vets to the point of attacking them on sight. You don’t want that. Believe me, you don’t want that.
Works like a charm. My new Barefoot Cheyenne saddle arrived Tuesday. Emilie got herself kicked in a paddock scuffle in the afternoon. But it’s a pretty saddle. It looks very neat, sitting there on its hanger.