...AND IT WAS THE DUMBEST IDEA EVER.
New boots? An "investment!" Except they don't fit like I thought and the swagger tabs got left off. So now I have to send those back for fixes, knowing now that I'd rather wear my $195 used zipper field boots I got from the Tack Exchange.
My awesome new jumper coat, featuring navy blue softshell fabric with a grey collar and white piping (to match my horsey's new custom ear bonnets)? Yeah, that just showed up in purple with silver piping and a size that I grossly overestimated. So that gets to fly back to Ye Olde England and part of me just wants to take that money and run, since I won't be showing anytime soon due to work obligations.
So I wanted ALL THE THINGS and got none of the things right. Which was the entire point of getting them custom. And now a gif of Veruca Salt throwing a fit because that is EXACTLY what this blog post is doing:
At least my hockey gear was right, though that took SEVEN MONTHS to come in. *sigh* I think I'll just go back to buying things second hand at the Tack Exchange since that is both cheap and has given me a much better track record.