Lord Helpus: wow, looking at all of those you really were a fashion queen! Your pics all look like the epitome of style (if only for their era! haha).
In comparision, I offer you a glimpse into the life of someone with NO STYLE. That’s right- I have absolutely no style at all - in fact, having no style has become my style!
Early '80s
Navy jacket hand-stitched by my mother (we didn’t have a machine). Navy helmet, navy tie, beige jods and brown boots. Notice the way my foot elegantly sits against the saddle flap! Yes, it was a borrowed pony.
Mid '80s
Brown tweed jacket, brown velvet collar, brown helmet, brown tie, brown boots ”" with a grey pony! At least we had brown gear to match. Lovely lemon coloured shirt and you’ll absolutely love the huge hideous red fake flower pinned to my lapel. I also look like a boy here ”" this disturbs me greatly.
Early '90s
Navy jacket (quite acceptable) ”" but the black velvet collar, and matching navy blue jods make it just a little scary! Nifty bright red shirt there too. And lets not talk about my helmet cover.
Mid '90s
They just couldn’t get that helmet cover away from me. But at least the jods got a bit more acceptable (white this time) and the tie is finally a contrasting colour.
Late '90s
The helmet cover is gone! And replaced with a bright dayglo yellow one. Notice how I’ve taped the boots in yellow to match? (no ”" this is NOT eventing… these are all jumper shows). Wearing my number around my arm, because I thought it looked way cooler there. At this stage I also thought it was cool to quartermark/stencil my horse’s name on his bum.
Early '00s
Finally graduated to long boots (well ”" gaiters and short boots, but don’t tell!). I’m still attached to white breeches and white shirts… but I’ve finally ditched the tie and plain coloured jacket (cute windowpane now). The helmet really just follows tradition though, doesn’t it? Oh ”" and hard to tell in the pic, but we’re sporting a beautiful flat chocolate bridle ”" which apparently is not in fashion anymore ”" after it took me 15 years of begging to steal it off my mother!
And all of that fashion tragedy just within 2 decades! Ah well, at least it’s cheap (I’m still competing in the same jods I had in 1990).