Update! Lesson from last Saturday and my Ultimate Shopping Expedition of DOOM.
I rode Faith again, this time as a semi-private lesson. (It was supposed to be group, but there was only one other girl, and it cost about as much as a private). I just want to take a second here and praise the care these people give their horses. Faith was blanketed and properly wrapped up leg-wise for her lesson. (Not sure if those were brush boots exactly, or what). I barely had to swipe a dandy brush over her, and when I checked her feet, they were clean. There was barely any shavings in them! I think I nearly fainted from shock. I got my own little locker without having to pay and my Dad got my a proper key and lock from my Grandfather for it. I got tacked up and I was a little bit rusty but I managed to do it without too much trouble :).
We warmed up with a two-point and posting at the walk with no stirrups. Then, we got into a posting trot and I kind of forgot diagonals existed for a minute or two there
. Oopsies! Live and learn I guess
. Then we got to sit the trot...I can't tell you how much I failed at that. But I was kind
of getting it at the end. I think it's partly because I get kind of stiff when I'm concentrating on something, and I have to work on that! Any tips for sitting the trot would be very welcome!
Then we cantered and apparently my leg position is better at the canter than the trot...odd! My cousin said the same thing happened to her when she first started seriously cantering...I guess it's in the blood haha! Then we jumped a small cross-rail and on my first try Faith spooked because I had my eyes on the jump and not on the door of the arena, where they were supposed to be
My second try she did jump, but I got up too early and my release was too big, making my balance all weird. My other tries were a lot better, though
My instructor was very friendly and payed attention only to her riders. She was constantly giving us things to work on and payed attention to us and let us ride evenly if that makes sense. (Like we both got an equal chance to canter and jump, and the whole time we were doing something). The girl I rode with was nice and chatted with me a bit. Polite.
My next lesson is tomorrow since I missed Saturday because of the weather. So if I'm not too lazy there will be another update then! THE ULTIMATE SHOPPING EXPEDITION OF DOOM:
My two cousins, their dad, and myself went to a big tack swap-thing. There was a ton of people there and a ton of things to buy. I was not sure where to start. We walked around first as per my Uncle's advise. I saw some things I was mildly interested in but nothing I was too interested in. I learned a few things about myself that night, which I will get to later.
My older cousin and best friend's purpose that day was to get show clothes for cheap. She was determined to be successful showed through the almost psychotic glint in her eye. This chick was ready to BUY SOME SHOW STUFF.
My younger cousin was around mostly for the heck of it. She's not into horses as much as us, but still rides. She was helpful as for suggestions and where to find things.
My uncle has guts and is not afraid to bargin with people. This becomes important later.
I was not there for a purpose as specific as my show cousin's, nor one as vague as the youngster's. My main wishes were a pair of decent half chaps, perhaps a new pair of boots, maybe a saddle pad, and some grooming stuff.
Together, we were ready
My cousin got a show shirt, a pair of tall show-quality genuine leather lace-up boots, gloves, and a saddle pad.
Her dad got her the boots for $25. I think I died a little inside as none of the boots were big enough for my clown feet.
My younger cousin got a pair of gloves.
I got a white saddle pad bordered by blue with the name "Max" in black lettering. I'm not sure if Max is a horse, a guy's name, or a nickname of a human or horse, but I fell in love with that saddle pad. I also got a pair of leather gloves and a very well-made dandy brush. Sadly the half-chaps were also not big enough for my big thighs :(.
*I love saddle pads. Too much. I spend most of the time salivating over them only to be disappointed when they were too dirty, too ripped up, or simply something I wouldn't need. My "Max" saddle pad saved the day.
*I also love grooming supplies. I hunted for them but found very few. How this is possible, I do not know.
*I will not buy something if I can't understand how the end product will look like. I am also not willing to buy very dirty things, although a lot of them could be easily washed. This was the case with halters, which for some reason were all very muddy and all undone. I would pick one up only to see the buckles undone, and my mind would immediately shut down to protect me from the sheer terror of an equestrian relatively unable to figure out a halter. The different sizes and styles only served to make me more confused and afraid. Don't even get me started on rope halters, although those did tend to at least be clean and new.
*I am biased against long lead ropes. Though who wouldn't draw the line when they started to look more like colorful, thick lunge lines?
*I love horse hair jewelry, though I am not willing to pay the price for it.
And that is what I will leave you with today.