10 months ago
Saturday, February 12, 2011
I found all of my show blankets, cleaned and bagged.
And I found a Cashel Fly mask.
It's not really fly season around here...yet. But I noticed that there was a whole lot of Bay hair around the velcro tapes and around the ear holes and crown piece.
Says I, " Oh I'll just wash it and the hair will pretty much go away."
Then my other self- the one that gets yelled at for doing what the first self says buts in with, " Eh, NO Dummy! You'll clog up the Washer with horse hair. BAD IDEE!"
Says I-" Hmm, ok.. I will take the jelli scrubber and rub all this hair away." So I began to do that on the sideway of my suburban home, where the soccer moms drive by and see me scrubbing something black and fuzzy on the sidewalk. " Hmm", I think, "this looks weird, I'll bet." And all to save this damn fly mask- even if it is a Cashel.
Then the Penny Saving self- the one that has just recently incarnated into my life says" But Why buy a new one- when the old one will work."
" I am not so broke I cannot go buy a new fly mask! " I huff. But after once more nixing the idea of washing the damn thing, I take the soft brush and really begin making the hair fly. I finally get it clear of hair, and I admit I do feel a little bit better about saving it so I can use it another season, when I notice the eye piece is completly ripped out! GAHHH! Into the garbage it goes.
I've spent all that time for nuttin! This time. But I've had horses since I was two. I've been skrimping and saving, living on a horse lovers shoestring budget-of course I would want to save it. Anyone who knows me would have thought it weird for me NOT to try to save it.
Other stuff I do to save a dime or two:
Labels: a penny saved is a penny erned and then spent later for horse feed or horse shoes or show fees
"Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity"