I am so excited over getting my old saddle ready to use. I ordered new stirrups and leathers, which had disappeared when I had the saddle at the shelter. Now all I need is a horse to put it on. Kendall has agreed to let me ride Charlie, and I wanted to use an English saddle. The advantage is that my legs are so short I have trouble finding a western saddle with stirrups short enough. Besides that, I was trained English........dressage actually. That's not to say I am good at it, but it is familiar. When I was a kid going to riding stables I rode western because that's all there was.......or bareback. Nothing would convince me to ride bareback now, but as a kid I would hold on to the horse's mane and gallop over fields and trails. If I fell off, which I occasionally did, I'd just climb back on and do it again.
As an adult I felt more refined.....my cowgirl days were over. I took years of lessons from two different experts in dressage. My horse BJ never really learned the fancy steps and moves, but we played at it.
I can't wait to put this 71 year old body to the test.