Stall Cards

As part of my show season preparation, I finally sat down and made stall cards for Henry and Halo. Last year I usually just jotted my number/hotel on a piece of tape, and every single time I did that I thought to myself “This is ghetto, I should make real stall cards”. But I didn’t, because I never remember anything.

generic show-supplied stall card lacks pizzazz and supplies no information about the majestic unicorn living within

Stall cards in general are one of my favorite things. Most of the barns I’ve been at over the years have put some kind of information on the horse’s stall. Sometimes just name and how much they ate, other times everything from basic info to blanketing information. As someone who has worked in a barn (and still barnsits sometimes) I love having it all right there on the front of each stall. It takes all the uncertainty out of everything, and makes it so that just about anyone can step in, if necessary, and care for the horses.

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a previous barn’s stall card

Bobby and I hemmed and hawed for a while about exactly what info to put on them before deciding on All Of It. That way if one or both of us is injured at a show or otherwise incapacitated in some way, all the care instructions will be right there. So I threw together some stall cards for the boys that we can take on the road with us and now they’re off to get laminated so we can re-use them over and over. And they have unicorns on them, natch. And they’re color coordinated. Might as well, right?

Do y’all put cards on your horses stalls at shows? What info do you include?


Honey = money

I try my best to stay away from all the cool, fun technology. I’m the curmudgeon with an old iPhone that has more things that don’t work than things that do work. I still have a hotmail account. I have no interest in figuring out how to work Skype. But when I heard about Honey, the Google Chrome plug-in that can save you money, my little penny-pincher heart went pitter-patter.

I installed Honey a while ago and have seen it pop up here and there when I’ve ordered things online. Basically when you’re on the shopping cart page, if Honey has any coupon codes entered for that website, it will pop up and ask you if you want to try them. You say yes and it will run through them all automatically. Sometimes one works, sometimes none do, but it requires literally zero effort from you. I like zero effort.

This year I decided to start tracking how much money I saved because of Honey, jotting down the amount every time a code works. So far this year I’m up to $20 with just a few small purchases, the latest addition being a $5 savings at Drs Foster and Smith for my dog’s joint medication. It’s not often that it works on horse related sites, usually it’s the more popular websites like clothing or shoes, but Drs Foster and Smith does have some horse stuff too. You can also go on Honey and enter a coupon code yourself, if you know of one that isn’t already in the system.

Imagine if we all had Honey and entered coupon codes as we came across them. Savings for everyone!

Side note – Honey does use Google Analytics tracking to record usage, so if you’re super paranoid about being watched, you have to on and opt out of that feature.

What’s in my tack trunk(s)

Terise over at Breeches and Boat Shoes posted this last week, and I thought it was a great idea so I stole it. Yay, thievery. But really, it’s a good one so it should be a blog hop.

I have two different trunks (barn trunk and trailer trunk) plus a mess of stuff in the tack room, so brace yourselves. I didn’t even bother trying to document the piles of random crap currently residing in my garage or guest room. I pretend those aren’t there, especially when SO inquires about them.

First- Stanley. I love Stanley.

The bottom layer has a cooler, a tub of Effol hoof conditioner that I’ve had for approximately 9,000 years, hoof pack, vet wrap, a spare Himalayan salt block, my skull cap, extra fly spray, and extra bell boots.

The next layer is the Back on Track stuff (mesh sheet and quick wraps), the current almost empty can of fly spray, my jumping boots, my black set of Majyk Equipe XC boots, and my navy DSBs.

Then on top is my grooming bucket, my Samshield, and my tray of random crap (including but not limited to: fly bonnet, XC watch, various wound sprays and ointments, tape, a leather punch, a belt, two pairs of gloves, a weight tape, Voltaren, and sticky spray).

Next, the little baby trailer trunk:

It’s small and super lightweight, so it’s easy to lift in and out of the trailer. This one mostly has stuff that I only use at shows. It serves the dual purpose of storing things that don’t really need taking up space in my other trunk, and having some stuff already “pre-packed” when I go places. Laziness is key.

The bottom layer is poultice, some Omeprazole, a lunge line, my saddle and bridle racks, poultice papers, Henry’s sleazy hood, my XC whip, and a spare halter.

The next layer is Stud Muffins (horse show necessity), white set of Majyk Equipe XC boots, braiding kit, a bag of random little stuff (currently it has a couple of snaps, a sharpie, extra bridle tag numbers, safety pins, chapstick, a couple band-aids, and a copy of Henry’s coggins & vax record), my pinney, and my Signature Spurs.

On top of that goes my Deco Pony stall guard and my Noble Outfitters bridle bag, at which point the tiny trunk is at max capacity.

Then, in the tack room inside the barn:

Three bridles, two saddles (with girth, corresponding Ogilvy pad, and current-rotation schooling pad on top), all of my extra saddle pads, some extra bits, my bathing stuff, my GPA (because I dunno, I just can’t throw it away yet), and two little Rubbermaid drawers. One drawer has all of Henry’s bonnets in it (there might be 8 of them) and the other has more spare bits, syringes, and tack cleaning stuff.

What’s in your tack trunk?

DANGER, Will Robinson!

This past weekend Charlotte’s Saddlery had a sale. Normally I’m pretty good about staying away from sales like this, because why tempt myself, but that $20 gift certificate that I won at the indoor eventing thing just happened to be for Charlotte’s. So naturally when I got the sale flyer I was like “perfect, I can go grab a few things that I need and see what else I can’t live without!”. I should also mention that the show we were supposed to go to this past weekend got rained out, so I might have been in need of a little… therapy.

I actually had a plan beforehand. I was only going to buy things that I genuinely needed, and then if they had any white breeches that looked promising I’d try them on, or if they had a navy Kastel in my size I would buy it. See how good I’m being?

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taking a moment to mentality prepare for the attack

Luckily for my wallet their white breeches selection was thin. I didn’t like the fabric of the Romfh’s, I already know from experience that I don’t like Pikeur’s enough to justify the price (even at 20% off), and TS are just a no for several reasons. So, I was safe there. I would have tried on the cheap Ariat breeches in Mulberry if they’d had my size, but I was safe there too. None of the show shirts on the sale rack grabbed me. No Ogilvy square pads, so I breezed right through that section too. They did have Kastel’s on sale, but no navy. Womp womp. I picked up a fancy navy with white piping grooming tote, tried to explain to myself why I needed a $30 tote instead of the $5 bucket I currently use, failed, and put it back. I paused at the saddles long enough to take this picture for Bobby (because BAM saddle in his colors) but before I knew it I had passed all the way through the “fun” side of the store. Womp womp again.

Bobby needs red and black leather

I grabbed fly spray, dewormer, and a salt block, my only actual “need” items at the moment. Now I was starting to feel a little panicked. Originally I wanted to be good and not spend much money, but now I didn’t want to be the person that came into a sale, found $20 worth of stuff, and paid for it with a $20 gift certificate. Don’t be That Guy.

So I grabbed a roll of poultice papers (not totally necessary but I know I’ll use them) and found a leather Nunn Finer neck strap hanging on a peg. I’ve been thinking about upgrading to a thinner leather one, so why not?

Now my haul was at least a little better (I had 2 non-sale items, at least) but I still felt bad. I even wandered back over to the Ogilvy section and stared at the plain black dressage half pad, trying to figure out how the hell I could justify a 3rd one. Sadly, I couldn’t.

And that’s how I walked into a giant store-wide sale and only spent $36.  I know, that’s not what sales are about. Trust me, the lack of extravagance and frivolity disappoints me just as much as it disappoints you.

Blog Hop: The Horsewoman’s Handbag

A few weeks ago I bought a new purse. This is a rare occasion for me. I really don’t give a crap about handbags and tend to carry the same one until it dies. In fact, I only bought a new one because the handles on the old one were about to crack in half. And of course, you know what happens when you buy a new purse… you have to clean out the old one.

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When I unceremoniously dumped the contents of my old purse into a heap on the kitchen table for cleanout/transfer, I couldn’t help but think “This is a really weird collection of crap”. Most of the weird items were horse-related things that I’d have a hard time explaining to a normal person. Surely I’m not the only one? What weird horse stuff do you have lurking in your purse?

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My findings:

  • a Carat Cake that I bought in December and carried with me for 2 months just so I could give it to Henry on his birthday
  • a flathead screwdriver (you know how many things you can use that for? emergency hoof pick, emergency hitch pin, emergency weapon if someone tries to mess with my horse… or actual screw driving, I suppose.)
  • a twine cutter
  • 4 peppermints
  • dryer sheets (this counts as a horse item because I don’t go anywhere during “static season” without them… don’t want to shock the pony!)
  • an unopened package of hairnets
  • 4 CWD logo patches
  • 3 dressage test score sheets

 

We’re weird people.