Would Love to Hunt
My hubbie bought me all sorts of lovely jackets to go hunting. None an Irish Tweed because with my current thermostat, I would melt looking at them. Of course, the first day of cubbing two years ago, my wonderful and I do mean wonderful, boy dumped me galloping down a hill and broke my pelvis in 3 places and tore some ligaments down there. Haven’t been able to get back into shape to hunt since so I follow in my truck. I am the blue pickup with the coffee and hot chocolate at the ODH hunts.
However, I do wear the jackets to work and with my jeans. I think I look spiffy in them no matter what. The other upside is my husband rides my horse instead of his horse. I preferred this set up since his horse tended to get over excited or so we thought. It turns out he has issues with his rear end and the fussing and refusing was probably a result of pain not loss of mind.
I even wear my black jacket most weeks during the winter so it was a good purchase any which way you want to look at it.