Winter shopping spree: An ode to Ariat

Marimekko fabric
(ties into the story)

“Lead us not into temptation. Just tell us where it is; we'll find it.” --Sam Levenson
For the last few months I've been pouring time and money into Riley. Vet bills, meds/supplies, extra handwalking, hauling expenses, you don't even want to know. Throw in a little marital strain (missed vacation, no time for spouse or recreation) and lack of sleep, and the result is inevitable: an unbridled shopping spree (so to speak).

"Just add it to my tab"
Last weekend I went to Chaar Saddlery -- an innocent errand to pick up Himalyan salt licks for Riley and Harv. Bob was out of town, I had a little time, and like a fool I ventured into the apparel section.

My first temptation was an the Ariat Jacket (below). It may not look all that tempting, all traditional and austere. But the lining! It's totally whimsical and fun, reminiscent of the old Marimekko fabrics. Actually the top right swatch is close to the lining on this jacket.

"Oh, Stacey, that's not so bad"
Hah! I didn't stop there: Add to that a pair of lycra-infused Wrangler jeans with sufficient stretch for me to wear a size FIVE. A must-have based on size alone. The last of the ladies apparel is a taupe microfiber turtleneck (Kerrits) with zebra stripe inserts.

Oh, yeah, the horses
At the checkout I ran into a friend buying a Saxon waterproof sheet. Harvey needs a sheet, I realized, as a top layer this fall. So I ran up and pulled one in a lovely blue and grey combination. Oh, and the salt licks.

Screw you Susie Orman! I handed an already over-used credit card to the cashier and instructed her not to announce the final amount. The good news, is, no buyers remorse! Inspired by my own self-indulgence, I wrote a poem. It's posted on Facebook, but here it is for those who haven't seen it...

Ode to an Ariat Jacket (a poem)
I went on a spending spree,
At a local saddlery,
A phone call is for me?
A collection agency!
Why can't this stuff be free?