By the time you read this, I will (hopefully) have an adult beverage in one hand and the other hand firmly holding the little pull-down stick on a...

So, yeah.  I think I might have an iron somewhere, but fuck if I know how to use it. Too much, too much! I love this. (Meanwhile, Archie...

In which I turn $18 and a million hours of my life that I'll never get back into a saddle pad and half-pad cover. The smallest sewing machine...

So what do you do when your shoeless pony can't be ridden? You take photos. Here's a spider. You braid forelocks and clean funk.  You discuss with the...

*slight exaggeration.  ...

The other day, last week, some point this month: I didn't have a book to read during lunch. As should be no surprise, I am a voracious reader...

I found out that C's mom is/was an equestrian.  I ooh'ed and aww'ed over this fact and then promptly realized that the progeny of equestrians who turn out...

IWe had a giant, mind-blowing shift at work recently. So everyone is walking on eggshells, yours truly included. My job is suddenly weird and uncomfortable and everyone is...

The HS got another photographer.  In the weird way that I am super-possessive of all things that make me happy (Archie, the husband, my free time), I've taken...

To crossrails, that is. Temporary new barn mate (OMFG.. let's call her C) (this is the chick I picked up at the grocery store) (I need a flow...

When I first started taking lessons, I rode with a crazy lady who had lied her way into a training position.  I was cantering fences and didn't know...