Holy Moly!

I'm riding tomorrow.

My trainer offered a full day riding camp between Christmas and New Year's and I jumped at the chance. I know, I know...I haven't even been near a horse since September so I will likely be a mess. We're having two mounted lessons, one unmounted, a potluck and we're finishing the evening by seeing War Horse. Hopefully, I'll get my horse quota for a little while to hold me over.


Now where did I put my riding clothes?

And do they fit!?!

Are you serious?

This post today on Craigslist really has my blood boiling:

I'm a sucker for a chestnut mare

Those who've been reading from the beginning of this blog, know that it was inspired by one very feisty, very opinionated chestnut mare. A mare who not a single person would dare catch (much less ride) and somehow the stars aligned to put the two of us together. Our individual stubborn streaks managed to keep us working with each other and helped us form a very special bond.

What you couldn't know is that this love for all things fiery and red-headed started wayyyyy back in the beginning...Meet Cleo:

Yep, a 6-year old me carrying a crop! Love her roached mane!

All dressed up as Maid Marion for Halloween (we needed a lead!)

What a cute little face! She was maybe 15 hands and the first horse I rode after I graduated from ponies!

So thank you Cleo, for making an impact on my young equine-obsessed mind that chestnut mares are awesome!!!!!!!