The FCHJA June Show was the show that wasn’t supposed to happen. When we booked our trip to Philly, I didn’t even look at my calendar (which is very unlike me). When I realized I’d miss the show, I pouted for about five minutes and then realized it wasn’t that big of a deal.
Then the points for the year got posted. And I saw that I was sitting in second for my Equitation Division (which is still mind boggling that I ever place in Equitation). My inner point-chaser and competitive nature took over. I really, really wanted to keep my standing. But at the same time, I didn’t want to pay for Petunia to go to a show that I might not even make.
Ever since I found out it was a thing when I was a little girl flipping through the pages of Practical Horseman, I’ve wanted to go to the Devon Horse Show. How could I not? It’s practically The Masters of the horse show world, and I share a name with it. I even have a poster from the 1986 show that I’ve had since I was a teenager waiting to be hung in my office at home (side note: I’m continually hunting for one from 1984 – please let me know if you find one!).
This year, the timing of our trip to Philly coincided with Devon’s show dates. Anthony, being the wonderful horse show boyfriend he is, agreed to go check it out with me.
We headed out on Wednesday to catch the Regular Confirmation Hunters and the High Performance Hunters in the Dixon Oval. There were some younger jumpers going on in the Gold Ring, but you all know my heart belongs in the hunter ring because I’m a control freak perfectionist. After scoping the show grounds, we found some nice seats in the grandstands.
I know lately that this has been more of a horse blog than anything else. Last week Anthony and I took a trip up to Philadelphia to see his daughters. While we were there, we did some sight-seeing and a lot of eating and drinking. Unfortunately, since I’ve strayed from my food blogger ways, I don’t tote around a DSLR in my purse anymore (my shoulders and neck thank me). Due to that, I often forget to snap pics of everything I eat and drink, so I apologize in advance. I did remember to get a few memorable pics though.
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.