LaurieB, that is a HYSTERICAL photo! I love it! It’s the kind of thing I come across strolling through old scrapbooks…
And Rusty, you’re not having a senior moment: You’re absolutely right, we had no ponies out here back then. Even us little kids (you sound about the same age) had to ride the horses around those big courses. I look at pictures of me about to be jumped off over some ENORMOUS coop and wonder why I’m not dead. We also didn’t have short stirrup classes … I can remember poring over the Chronicles of the day and seeing pictures of kids who’d won such things and thinking, “What the heck is that about? Those kids’ stirrups aren’t THAT short!”
My other most beloved outfit: A beige (yes, BEIGE) hunt coat with my RUST breeches. In fact, one of my favorite photos is of me on my most all-time favorite horse, showing in the mud and pouring rain at Santa Barbara, in that get-up. He is COVERED in mud from the chest down (kinda looks like the eventers who get slathered so they slide over those telephone poles), but still jumping in his trademark incredible form, and there I am in my beige coat. And it’s SPOTLESS, I might add. I was one stylin’ gal.