Long Silences

Never a good sign. I've been exhausted for a week by my own doing. Just wonderful.

Anyway. Nothing new here, really. The latest news from Breyer is that there will indeed be a Treasure Hunt this year. It's on a new mold from Brigitte Eberl and it's supposedly an Arabian mare. The mold is basically Mascha/the trotting Arab gelding or whichever with a redone mane and tail.

The theme this year is Weather Girl. So each horse is a weather pattern. The first is dark--black, I think--and is called "Thunderstorm." The second is a palomino called "Sunny." And the last is a gray pinto called "Partly Cloudy." The last horse is called "Rainbow" and is a mystery color. There's a bunch of speculation going on now over on Blab as to what it will look like. The first three will first be available in April. Several dealers are not ordering because they're afraid of having horses left over, but there are still plenty of internet dealers who will have them.

This Treasure Hunt does NOT fit into my plans for BreyerFest. My savings are still not as far along as they should be at all. I guess I'll have to take the leap and ask people at the barn if they need tack cleaned, but oh my, how embarrassing. It's such a small barn everyone knows everyone and it's not the kind of place people clean tack for money. Oh well...

The Early Bird ticket price is $70. In order to even go to BreyerFest, I have to write a six-chapter Bite, Snatch, and Grind story. For those of you not familiar with Bite, Snatch, and Grind, they are three trolls who star in stories that my dad tells while we hike. Most of the time these stories are totally random--well, actually, all the time. Characters appear as needed, and there's a lot of "meanwhile, back at the ranch." They're really only good if my dad tells them, but I have to write one before the month is over and probably sooner. What fun. I'll post updates as it progresses.

Peeta (and model horse coolers)

Who/what is Peeta, you ask? Well, he's a sparkly pink Beanie Baby named after a character in The Hunger Games. In one of the books he paints flowers on a cake--thus, my friends and I have decided that even though he married Katniss in the end he has a rather unconventional taste in clothing.

This is Peeta. He always (almost always) has his cape on.

Yesterday when Sara was over, we were playing around with him. This is what came of it:

Yeah. He's in the seductive pose. And that was with only one pin in his hand/head.
The only piece of clothing in Peeta's figurative closet was his cape, so after Sara left I made him a skirt. It compliments him... sorta. There's just no getting around the fact that he will never have a nice svelte waist. Ergo it's hard to make skirts looks entirely flattering. Oh well.

As you see, he also has a matching headband. Feel free to use these as your wallpaper--I know Peeta's beauty is just stunning you all. Just kidding. I'm feeling a little slappy after staying up too late last night and preparing for the lock-in tonight. Yikes.

When we were taking pictures of Peeta on various fabrics I had laying around for model horse blankets, I realized that I should probably use some of that fabric.
This was a one-size-fits-most blanket, but it's adjusted for GG Valentine. At first I wasn't sure I liked it on her but it's growing on me.

 I'm quite proud of the darts in the back, but it's not that exciting.

The last thing for tonight is that I finally finished and photographed the entire first-place raffle set. It's a halter and lead with show cooler, and I have to say I quite like it. Nothing LSQ, of course, but it's definitely a start. Please excuse the picture quality. Hope you like it, Mary!

The hook in the front and its closure are handmade. This also has darts in the back.

And before I take my leave... remember to put Peeta as your desktop background. Wink.

Groggy

I am. Groggy, that is. After a pathetic, weak attempt to return to school this morning (ended during third period), I came home and flopped. The only thing that was accomplished today was that I established that my equitation sucks. I've been reading too much George Morris... sigh. Mostly I've just beat up on myself lately and wondered what on earth I'm ever going to do--how does one unlearn all these terrible habits? Gack.

Basically, the lesson for tonight is: read George Morris from the beginning, try not to have a non-functioning equitation, and find a trainer who likes the classical riding style. From the start. Oh, and if you do feel like your eq is not up to par--do NOT watch Brianne Goutal. It just hurts one's feelings to watch such a good rider and be struggling against bad habits. It also lowers self-esteem--a lot.

And on that cheery note, good night.