If you follow me on social media, you know that I had a decent weekend at the May FCHJA show. Weirdly enough, it was actually the first time I’ve ever fallen off in the show ring. I’ve been showing on and off since I was 7 years old, so I’d say that’s a pretty good record.
Brunch is one of my greatest pleasures in life. I also really love hosting for friends. At my old, one-bedroom apartment, hosting for more than 2 people was quite challenging. Naturally, once I got settled in with Anthony, I invited my girls over for Sunday brunch.
I loved my Lilly Pulitzer-themed table. I used the napkins I scored during White Girl Hunger Games (aka Lilly for Target) and grabbed some cute pink paper plates and napkins from Target (I hate doing dishes) to complete the look.
I remember the first time I ever rode Petunia.
It was at last June’s FCHJA show. My trainer had already ridden her in several over fences classes, it was brutally hot, and she asked if I’d ride her in the flat class. I quickly said yes, since I’d be drooling over the majestic bay mare ever since I first laid eyes on her. Next thing I knew, I was getting a leg up and walking into the ring. Didn’t even have a chance to get acclimated to her in the schooling ring. Talk about a catch ride.
Needless to say, it didn’t go well.
Nothing catastrophic happened, but she was a much more complicated ride than I’d anticipated and I could barely canter her in a straight line without her wiggling or swapping her lead. I was a little deflated. I’d had visions of blue ribbons on her from the get-go.
At the end of February, I left my beloved Riverside and decided to live in sin with my wonderful boyfriend.
With a new neighborhood comes a new restaurant scene. And in this case, I’m now living in the land of chain restaurants (the horror!). But don’t worry – I haven’t given in (unless you count Capital Grille, which I don’t).
When I started riding again earlier this year, I knew it wouldn’t be long until all of my free time was dedicated to horses again. In September, I started half-leasing this amazing mare named Petunia from my trainer. She’s a 6-year-old, 17.1H Oldenburg mare (I know – that’s a foreign language to some of you) with a plethora of potential (say that three times fast!) and an amazing temperament. It was sort of a win-win situation: Petunia needed more attention. I wanted to ride more. And we both needed consistency.
Naturally, I immediately began spoiling her rotten.
Have you ever had the urge to get in the car and drive an hour for some BBQ you read about in Garden and Gun?
Well, that’s exactly what happened this past Sunday. My friend Lauren and I were chatting about breakfast plans when she sent me a screenshot of Garden and Gun’s write up about Southern Soul Barbeque in St. Simons Island, GA. Since it’s only 60 miles away, we hopped in my car and went for a drive.