Tent sales and doughnuts

I only live about 10 minutes from a Dover. This would be a lot cooler if I actually liked Dover. I pretty much only step foot in there if I need something essential and last minute – typically fly spray – since it’s on my way to the barn. Their Tent Sale in particular drives me nuts… taking $1-2 off about 5% of your inventory isn’t really worth putting up a tent and sending out a crapton of flyers, IMO. But I had a $20 gift certificate and figured, if nothing else, I could stock up on fly spray. But my fly spray wasn’t one of the things on sale, so instead I got this:

Yep, a real “big girl” grooming tote. It was actually one of the few items on legit sale – $13 instead of the $24 on the price tag. I figured it was time to buy my beloved Leistner brushes a residence upgrade from the little bucket they were living in before. So I got that, and a few of those annoying $1-2 off items like liniment and bucket hooks that I needed to re-stock anyway. And I paid for the majority of it with my gift certificate, plus I got to make fun of Bobby the whole time, so I suppose it’s okay. Mostly I just found myself irritated with their version of a Tent Sale all over again. Why, Dover? Why? What a boring “sale haul”.

But I did totally jump all over the 20% off Back on Track sale at Riding Warehouse on Friday too, so that made me way happier. Riding Warehouse for the win.

You’re welcome Henry

The most exciting part of the “tent sale” is what happened after:

Yes that’s a doughnut with mashed potatoes, fried chicken, and cream corn on top. Duh. I met friend/fellow blogger Karen and our friend Stacy for happy hour at this place where everything involves a doughnut. Therefore everything is awesome.

Like that ^. That’s a doughnut covered with chocolate glaze, topped with a bunch of brownies, chocolate sauce, and chocolate chips.

My digestive system is still recovering and I’m pretty sure I’m diabetic now, but it was totally worth it.

Small Business Spotlight: Boy-O-Boy Bridleworks

Some of you might remember the awesome pile of swag Henry and I won at the High Point derby a couple weeks ago. It was a pretty incredible assortment of stuff, but my favorite thing was the embroidered Boy-O-Boy Bridleworks ribbon belt.

 

I hadn’t really noticed Boy-O-Boy before… I’d seen their name but never taken a very close look at their products. Once I had the belt in my hands and could see it up close, I was so impressed by the quality and construction of the belt that I had to find out more. The pattern was perfectly done, the stitching was impeccable, the leather was thick and sturdy–obviously of excellent quality–and even the hardware was top notch. Details like that are what separate a good product from a great one, and Boy-O-Boy really had my attention with their five-star execution.

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I scoured their Etsy store, Instagram, and facebook page before messaging them to ask if they’d be interested in contributing to a Small Business Spotlight feature. The more I looked, the more impressed I was. There are a lot of pretty things in the world, but not all of them are high quality and made to last. Boy-O-Boy’s products definitely are. I haven’t seen anything quite like their line (and certainly not of this quality) anywhere else on the market.

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Besides their custom ribbon belts, Boy-O-Boy also offers dog collars, leashes, browbands, keychains and will soon be offering neck straps. All of their products are available in satin or grosgrain ribbons in a huge variety of different colors. They can also have just about anything embroidered on your item, if you have a logo or want your intials, a name, etc. Boy-O-Boy’s items make great horse show prizes (obviously) or would look great in your barn colors. For those of you who don’t necessarily need something in custom colors, they also offer some lower-priced, pre-made options in their Etsy store.

Besides offering a huge array of colors and materials, all of the Boy-O-Boy products are also available in a variety of different patterns.

The owner of Boy-O-Boy, Amanda, was really great to talk to. She quickly found the key to my heart when she spoke of the importance of good construction and high quality materials. Here’s more about her company and her work, in her own words:

When did you start Boy-O-Boy Bridleworks?

I formed the company in the fall of 2014, but I’d been making the ribbon browbands and belts for a few years before that. 

How many employees do you have?

Just me! Sometimes my kids help with tagging and packaging, etc., but I’m the designer, maker, product tester (along with my friends, horses, dogs, and some professional riders I sponsor), etc. As I’ve gotten busier, I’ve started outsourcing some aspects of the business that are better left to the professionals, like graphic design, copywriting and web design. It’s been really helpful in freeing up a lot more of my time for making belts, browbands and collars, and for developing and testing some new things.

Where did the idea for the business come from?

I grew up In New York City, but I was one of those little girls who LOVES ponies (who grew into one of those women who LOVES horses).  My parents let me take riding lessons, and I never stopped. 

Not too long after I graduated from college, my dad died and my mom decided to take on a diplomatic posting in Dublin, Ireland.  Whenever I was there visiting, I spent as much time as I could around horses, hunting, galloping polo ponies and riding friends’ horses.  I loved the colorful ribbon browbands that I saw on Irish horses and ponies at shows, events, and stable yards, but I couldn’t figure out where to get them. At least, none of the tack shops I went to ever seemed to sell them.  It turns out that kids the learn to make them in Pony Club. So, back in the States (now in the Virginia Hunt Country), I learned how too, and started making them for my own jumpers.

Seeing them on my horses at shows, people often told me, “I’ve always loved those ribbon browbands! Where did you get them?” So, I started making them for other people’s horses. One Christmas I made matching belts for friends and over the next few months, I started getting requests from their friends. Eventually stores started calling too. 

In the meantime, I learned that I have Lyme disease.  I was showing at Upperville one year and suddenly felt, to use Homer Simpson’s term, absolutely craptacular. I had terrible joint pain and flulike symptoms (even my teeth hurt!), and it seemed to be getting worse every day. Eventually I collapsed, lost consciousness and spent the night in the hospital. It took a while to diagnose, but I finally started treatment.  I’m a writer and historian by training and was starting to have trouble working because I was having trouble remembering words. So, I took a break and while I was recuperating and went to England to study bridle making with a master saddler.   It didn’t bother my joints (much); most of the time you’re sitting down.  

When people first asked me to make browbands for them, I just bought some on the Internet and wove the ribbons around them.  Old fashioned, flat hunting browbands are surprisingly hard to come by and when I did find them, the quality wasn’t great.  A lot of them had cracks on the loops, for example, or the stitching wasn’t very secure. I’m someone who’s always making stuff — crocheting, sewing, needlepointing — and I’d always wanted to learn how to make and repair tack.  Funnily enough, Lyme gave me the opportunity. 

It also gave me the opportunity to learn about the elements of really good quality tack. We love our horses, but let’s face it, every time you get on a horse (heck, every time you go near one) you’re taking your life into your own hands. Things can go wrong very quickly, even for the best horsemen and the quietest horses.  The history of saddlery is in some sense a history of risk management and minimization. As a rider, I knew (or thought I knew) what made my tack durable, beautiful, correct, etc.  Learning to make bridles, I came to see it from the other side — what parts of the hide are best used for different items and why (for stirrup leathers or reins, rather than nose bands, say), what makes a hide a good one (or not), stitching that’s appropriate for different applications, what hardware to use and why, which tanneries produce the best leather.  It’s given me a real admiration for well made, good quality tack made of top-quality materials — as well as for for the people who make it  and for the knowledge and experience they’ve accumulated over the centuries. 

I make my own tack (along with my belts, dog collars, etc.) in the same spirit.  No one’s likely to die if I sell them a crappy belt, but I use the same high-quality materials and the same techniques for all the items I make.  It’s a safety issue where the tack is concerned — and it’s an effort to honor the traditions of craftsmanship and horsemanship with everything I make. In my experience of tack and riding equipment and clothes, etc., I’ve found that, for better or worse, you get what you pay for.

What is your background in horses?

I have a vague memory of seeing showjumping on TV when I was really small.  It flipped some sort of switch in me.  I knew what I wanted to do more than anything else in the world! My parents were very kind (and generous).  They indulged me first with some wonderful ponies that I showed, hunted and evented, and then with a very elegant — and psycho — OTTB, who was my junior hunter.  Eventually Lexington Green and I figured each other out, won a bit, and qualified for Devon and indoors.  Looking back, though, sometimes I marvel at the fact that I made it to adulthood in one piece.

When My mom lived in Ireland, I bought a great Clover Hill mare, In Clover, and started riding in the jumper divisions.  Nowadays, I have a wonderful, athletic, scopey, forgiving  Amateur-Owner Jumper, called Dealbreaker or “Zack.”   Before Zack, I had my little gelding Boy-O-Boy. Whenever I think of Boy-O-Boy, I think of that old horseman’s saying, “Every rider gets one great horse.” If that’s the case, then, smart, catlike “Bob” was my great horse. He’s is semi-retired now, but he’s still as ferocious a competitor with my daughter in the short-stirrup ring at the age of twenty as he was for me as a jumper at the age of six – or sixteen.  We’ll retire him for good in the next year or two. For now, light work keeps him fit, sound and spry. Like I say, we trust our lives to our horse every time we go for a ride.  When that horse takes good care of us (and our children after us), I feel an obligation to take good care of him for the rest of his life.

Each of the main Boy-O-Boy Bridleworks weave patterns (like a lot ofhe color combinations) is named for the first horse to wear it. Boy-O-Boy was the first horse I made a ribbon browband for; because he started it all, I named the company after him.

Any interesting notes about yourself, your business or your products that you would like for people to know?

I have a couple of things in the hopper.  I just started making neck straps that can be made up in people’s cross-country colors.  I’m working on a bridle and a breastplate with the woven ribbons.  For a while I’ve been working on bracelets with the woven ribbon patterns, but I haven’t settled on a closure I like yet.   I’d also like to do bags at some point.

 

I can honestly give two very enthusiastic thumbs to Boy-O-Boy Bridleworks; this is definitely a small business worthy of support. As soon as I can figure out which pattern I like best (the indecision is crippling) I’ll be ordering another belt in my XC colors. Because what’s more important than matching? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

 

Springtime in Texas

For most parts of the country spring is just beginning, but here in Texas we’ve been having spring-like weather for almost two months already. I don’t particularly love Texas or think that it’s a very attractive state in general, but even I will admit that spring in Texas is pretty great. It’s the only time that the grass is truly lush, and we get a pretty amazing assortment of wildflowers.

Bluebonnets and Indian Paintbrushes

This spring has been particularly nice so far – temperatures are mostly in the 70’s and 80’s and we’ve gotten enough rain to keep things green but not enough to really impact our riding schedule. This probably means we’ll have a horrid summer, but I’m enjoying it while I can. The grass looks amazing, Henry is done shedding and looks sleek and shiny (yes, sadly this does mean his butt unicorns are gone), and the footing is perfect. I’ve especially been enjoying our hacks in the field lately.

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who wouldn’t want to gallop here?

Texans have this super weird tradition of plopping their kids in the bluebonnets and taking pictures, which I have never quite understood. Maybe you have to be a native to get it. But naturally SO and I (ok it was mostly me) decided to put Quinn in his best bow tie, plop his fat fuzzy ass in some bluebonnets, and take our own “kid” pictures. My fuzzy kid is way cuter than their regular kid, that’s for sure.

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We’re also firmly into our show season now. Our first recognized event of the season is only 3 weeks away. Louisiana, brace yourselves for the Amanda and Bobby Shitshow invasion.

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I’m sure this level of amazingness won’t last and soon I’ll be back to whining about flooding or 100+ degree temps or both, but for now… everything is beautiful and Texas doesn’t suck.

Merlin update

I haven’t updated you guys on little baby Merlin since the weaning post, but now it’s finally time. This is probably the last you’ll hear of him for a while, since a) he’s gone to a new home, and b) the first few years of a horse’s life are boring.

First important fact, which I’ve mentioned before: he ain’t little anymore. You may remember the picture of him with his 2yo friend that was his buddy for weaning:

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Merlin is the one on the right

He seems a lot like his dam (my mare), Sadie, in many ways. Starting with those big ol’ donkey ears and his amazing ability to wear his food on his face.

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All this majesty is genetic

It’s been fun to watch him grow in pictures and videos… definitely reminds me a lot of Sadie when she was a baby. He’s bigger though. And fancier.

Merlin was sold well before he was weaned, and last week he left West Texas for his new home near Houston. He found the absolute best people and will someday end up in the jumper ring, so I think we’re all pretty excited for his future. He even got some seriously fancy digs for his first long trailer ride.

 

I know Michelle was a little sad to see her first Willow Tree homebred go, but it also has to feel incredibly rewarding.

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Especially when his new home is so great. I think Merlin must have been a little bit shell-shocked by all the green grass! West Texas definitely doesn’t look like this.

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Sadie wasn’t so happy about the weaning thing, but she got over it and the barn/fences seem to have survived her wrath. Now she’s off at the breeding farm getting ready to be bred to Mighty Magic sometime in the next week or so. I’m trying not to think about it, because when I think about it I get super nervous. I forgot how seriously nerve-wracking it is to breed a mare, successfully get her pregnant, and then try not to die from anxiety during the 11 month gestation. It’s like having a knot in your stomach that takes up permanent residence for a year. Cross all your crossables that we get another one as nice as Merlin (although please not quite so big).

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Sadie at the breeding farm with her BFF’s Laken and Lissa

Happy trails, baby Merlin!

 

Grown-up manners

Now that I’m independently mobile and able to do lessons, schoolings, and shows whenever I want, I’ve become even more appreciative of Henry.

Duh

Having owned horses in the past that didn’t really load that well, or were nervous haulers, or weren’t trustworthy about standing tied at the trailer, or were screaming messes at shows, it’s REALLY NICE to have one that isn’t any of those things. At this point in my life it’s non-negotiable that whatever horse I have is (or learns to be) a good traveler, especially since I often travel alone. I didn’t even know how strongly I felt about this until I started traveling with Henry and realized just how easy he is and how much nicer that makes things.

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❤ Napz ❤

He was pretty easy to start with, but over the past few months of adventures pretty much every weekend, he’s gotten to be a total road warrior. A couple weekends ago at High Point, for instance, I loaded him in the dark at 5:15am (he never questions my sanity in these situations), he was chill enough on the two hour trip to eat his entire bag full of hay, unloaded, looked left, looked right, and buried his nose in his newly re-filled hay bag, even with someone lunging a wild screaming horse only 20 feet away from the back of my trailer.

I’m used to the bullshit

The day before that at Scissortail was the same thing, even with crazy wind and the fact that we were the first trailer there, I had no qualms about leaving him at the trailer with his hay while I went to pee and pick up my number. It’s nice to be able to take a leisurely pee instead of trying to pee as fast as possible to avoid your horse taking an unauthorized tour of the showgrounds.

It’s easier to just stand here and let it happen

What’s your stance on trailer/traveling manners? Are they a Must Have, or can you live with some more difficult behavior?

When I’ve had horses in the past that I didn’t trust to stand tied, I would leave them in the trailer instead. An easy remedy, but less so when your trailer doesn’t really have a lot of space to maneuver for grooming or tacking up. One thing is for sure – the next baby horse will spend a lot of time traveling and learning about patience, because I am never again putting up with one who isn’t easy. So thank you, Henry, for having good grown-up horse manners and making my life easier.

Except for that time you turned your bucket over on your own head and when I came back around the side of the trailer you were looking at me like “No idea what happened, this bucket totally just jumped on my head! Halp, I has water in muh ears…”

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Never happened. She lies.