An Ode to The Frankenbridle (And a blogger thank you)
|Behold! The Frankenbridle!|
See, it's really the embodiment of all the goodwill blogging has brought to me. It's the story of collaboration. The story of friendship...
... In 2013, I sold my old too-large black and burgundy bridle.
|Yeah. This was once a thing. I'm so, so sorry.|
|Mystery bridle, shown here with Red Barn noseband.|
|New Harwich reins. Quality = utilitarian (note: these are still in use on another bridle/horse, so I guess you could say they're fine).|
|Nice low-bling browband with a little swoop action. Plus one eternally stretching Red Barn drop noseband. Ugh. Never oil those things, they'll stretch forever.|
|And, honestly, it wasn't a bad look for him.|
|Oh yeah. That's beautiful right there.|
Enter Aoife, who shipped me Kika's old bit along with some delicious European licorice!
|Omg. That licorice. I drool.|
|And back into the drop for awhile.|
|It fit a bit awkwardly at first...|
|Yeah, my horse cuts himself a lot. Sigh. Also, caveson still fiting like shit, but better.|
|Here. This shows the crownpiece better. And no eye blood... for now.|
I decide my minimally blinged browband looks much better on my double. To fill the browband need on my snaffle, a barn mate gives me a browband that is much too large for Pig. No worries. I just pull it down so it makes a neat deep swoop. Looks pretty intentional, right?
|Oh, sorry. Again with the eye blood. I can't help it if the only time I photo his head seems to be when he's hurt himself...|
|Is that better?|
|Hell yeah. That's a nice looking set up! Not counting the reins, it cost me all of ... $25 and some international networking.|
Isn't blogging the best? Any one have a frankenbridle to rival this one?