Do you remember the old horse show shirts? Those 100% cotton, stiff, un-ironable, boxy, bunchy shirts you wore as a kid? Tuck them into your breeches? Sure, and get that bunched up look around your hips.
Thank God for modern fabrics.
Check out the HorzeTM women's technical show shirt! I got a size Medium that I'm giving away courtesy of Horze.com. I have not tried it on, since it will be a giveaway, but I can tell you it runs standard size, about an 8-10 ladies.
Read to the bottom -- and you'll see the giveaway signup instructions (they're easy).
Here is my assessment of the shirt...
- It's nicely fitted -- you'll see in one of the photos below that it has a seam on each side and a "fit and flair" look. I think it will be very flattering.
- The fabric is a great weight -- substantive enough to keep a shape and hide figure imperfections, but light enough and "high-tech" enough to keep you cool.
- Short sleeves! It'll be fine when coats are waived.
- The logo. I'm not big on logos, and while I love Pikeur they are so overpriced! I like the fact that Horze has a cool logo, and this crisp and sleek embroidery running on the side is both cool and smart -- you didn't pay $179 for an elegant white show shirt, you paid $39.99!
- Oh. It's 39.99!
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| You can't see it in this photo but the shirt is fitted slightly and I think it will flatter. |
My only negative observation is that it lacks a loop to secure a stock tie. But to be honest I've only had one shirt that had that loop -- loopless shirts seem to work just as well and it's one less thing to manipulate when you're pulling your look together just before going into the ring.
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| The collar has some nice detail. |
So -- to enter the giveaway, just leave a comment on Facebook or this blog with...
- Your EMAIL (suggest something like sek4278 at gmail dot com to avoid spammers)
- Your funniest, most noteworthy, or most embarrassing show clothing memory. My worst show clothing memory (as an example) is having to buy a men's showjacket in high school because ladies/girls jackets did not really come big enough to fit me (I was heavier then) and I had/have loooong arms. The only jacket that worked was an ugly plaid, and it made me look like a boy.
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Hammer horses @ Gmail dot com - funniest show clothing story was when I went to my first 3 day event. I only brought one show shirt. Of course it rained the night before. As I approached one of my cross country fences, my point went one way and I went the other. Right into a mud puddle. I ended up having to show the jumping phase in a muddy shirt.
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ReplyDeleteI have so many embarrassing moments, I can't really choose one. I will say most noteworthy would be the fact that my parents barely supported my passion, despite having the money to do so, so I was left to scrounge for show clothes. I ended up with a jacket from Goodwill that was way too big, a show "shirt" that was simply a stock tie bib over a ratty tank top and the most disgusting, cheap ugly "riding boots" (RUBBER RAIN BOOTS) topped off with a Troxel helmet. Oh my word, it was special. Its OK because I was a wee child (11 or 12 so) and once I got a bit older I saved my hard earned spare cash on a proper (yet still cheap) show outfit.
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The most embarrassing clothing related show experience happened when I was about 10 years old. I had been winning all season and now was at the American Royal ready to go in equitation on the flat where it was expected I would win there too. I put on my clothes that I had worn just a couple weeks before but now they were way too small! Major growth spurt! My pants were so tight I couldn't get them zipped all the way. My shirt could no longer be buttoned. Mom fixed that by slashing it up the back since my coat would cover it. She's handy with a needle and thread, so quickly moved my coat buttons over just enough so I could button it. I was hoisted onto my horse, but again, my breeches were so tight-this was before stretch fabric-that I couldn't sit all the way down on the saddle. The crotch of the breeches was keeping me suspended a couple inches away. This might not have been so bad if it were an over fences class, but no, a flat class. Needless to say, I didn't ride very well and think I was third. Luckily we were able to get different clothes for the rest of the show. jacmutrux at earthlink dot net
ReplyDeleteThe most embarrassing clothing related show experience happened when I was about 10 years old. I had been winning all season and now was at the American Royal ready to go in equitation on the flat where it was expected I would win there too. I put on my clothes that I had worn just a couple weeks before but now they were way too small! Major growth spurt! My pants were so tight I couldn't get them zipped all the way. My shirt could no longer be buttoned. Mom fixed that by slashing it up the back since my coat would cover it. She's handy with a needle and thread, so quickly moved my coat buttons over just enough so I could button it. I was hoisted onto my horse, but again, my breeches were so tight-this was before stretch fabric-that I couldn't sit all the way down on the saddle. The crotch of the breeches was keeping me suspended a couple inches away. This might not have been so bad if it were an over fences class, but no, a flat class. Needless to say, I didn't ride very well and think I was third. Luckily we were able to get different clothes for the rest of the show. jacmutrux at earthlink dot net
ReplyDeleteThe most embarrassing clothing related show experience happened when I was about 10 years old. I had been winning all season and now was at the American Royal ready to go in equitation on the flat where it was expected I would win there too. I put on my clothes that I had worn just a couple weeks before but now they were way too small! Major growth spurt! My pants were so tight I couldn't get them zipped all the way. My shirt could no longer be buttoned. Mom fixed that by slashing it up the back since my coat would cover it. She's handy with a needle and thread, so quickly moved my coat buttons over just enough so I could button it. I was hoisted onto my horse, but again, my breeches were so tight-this was before stretch fabric-that I couldn't sit all the way down on the saddle. The crotch of the breeches was keeping me suspended a couple inches away. This might not have been so bad if it were an over fences class, but no, a flat class. Needless to say, I didn't ride very well and think I was third. Luckily we were able to get different clothes for the rest of the show. jacmutrux at earthlink dot net
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ReplyDeleteMy most embarrasing moment was post show- it had been a hot and humid day and my clothes were soaked with sweat. Back in my hotel room I started to undress. I was wearing one of those sports bras that you pull over your head. As I tried to take it off it was like peeling off a bathing suit and it snapped down into a thight band just under my armpits. And I.could.not.get.it.off. I was flailing around the hotel room trying to not panic and wondering what I was going to do if I couldn't get it off.After much struggling, flailing and wee bit of panic I got it off and flung it across the room.
I don't have any embarrassing moments really, but I will say that I look back at my show attire from childhood and it brings huge grins. We didn't have much money so when all the other girls had the nice clothes that fit well I had what ever we could beg or borrow. My favorite photo is of me with my pony at the fair dressed in VERY flared jodphers (which were no longer in style) rubber tall boots and a red velvet choker. Pony is wearing a shaped pad that is about two times larger than the saddle. We looked like a riding version of Little Orphan Annie! jenniferrand at yahoo dot com
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