Dressing the part - Ebay can help!
What should an aspiring pony-mum wear? The week I spent as a livery owner opened my eyes to a thing or two. That that there is a reason other than being rich, spoiled and pretentious why horsy people drape fantastically expensive gear on their stringy, muscular bods (all those hours wielding a muck shovel mean you can cancel your sub.to the gym – unless of course you are having an affair with your trainer, which seems to be the modern way.)
Yes, when we get the pony and spend our days bent double under haynets and the weight of hoof after mighty hoof to be picked out, J and I will need warm, waterproof, cleanable gear. But in any case I am as susceptible to label-culture as the next person, only with not quite so much money to indulge it, at least until I sell my memoirs. When pony-girl was small and cute I fell in love with designerwear for kids, and only came to my senses when she grew out of a dreamy, baby-sized denim jacket by Versace in two weeks, but I have less money to waste these days, especially since the pony will soon be eating it all.
Toggi, Musto, and Harry Hall! These are the new mantra-words that ring in my ears. I lust for a petal-pink Musto Performance jacket with navy trim in which to watch J soar over the jumps at Sudeley Show, her Harry Hall jodhpurs creaseless and pristine! Careless and wasteful the rich in the Cotswolds may be, chucking out their gowns and Jimmy Choos to the charity shops after only one champagne-slinging ball, but despite feverish, obsessive hunting through the racks at the Sue Ryder, I’ve yet to unearth anything that bears the coveted tags.
So I turned to Ebay. I am a bit of an Ebayer-in-Recovery after my obsessive 2 year dealings in Beanie Babies (yes. I know.) but here was compelling reason to dip my toe in again. "I will probably be able to sell it on at a profit! " I said temptingly to RPD. "That’s what you said when you bought 15 Britannias – the ones which are sitting in the loft I think?" he sarkily replied.
But imagine my delight, my joy, to find the very Musto jacket I have seen in Fox’s Saddlery for £175, no reserve, at £58 and only 9 hours to go! My Ebay tactics veer wildly between caution and recklessness, both of which seldom end in triumph (for me, though I have made some sellers pretty happy) but I played it like a pro this time, bid £60, immediately lost out to a hidden bid, put in a max bid of £75, and won the item for £62. The size (large) shouldn’t matter, not with all those Harry Hall layers beneath, and the colour (light stone/ink) is pretty close to the desired pink/navy – especially when viewed through the rose-tinted specs of a winning bid in the bag.
"Yeah but it will be well worn," (my cynical friend, Panikos) – "No no! it’s Brand New With Tags," I enthused, jiggling with the happy dance.
"Nicked, then," he sighed.
Yes, when we get the pony and spend our days bent double under haynets and the weight of hoof after mighty hoof to be picked out, J and I will need warm, waterproof, cleanable gear. But in any case I am as susceptible to label-culture as the next person, only with not quite so much money to indulge it, at least until I sell my memoirs. When pony-girl was small and cute I fell in love with designerwear for kids, and only came to my senses when she grew out of a dreamy, baby-sized denim jacket by Versace in two weeks, but I have less money to waste these days, especially since the pony will soon be eating it all.
Toggi, Musto, and Harry Hall! These are the new mantra-words that ring in my ears. I lust for a petal-pink Musto Performance jacket with navy trim in which to watch J soar over the jumps at Sudeley Show, her Harry Hall jodhpurs creaseless and pristine! Careless and wasteful the rich in the Cotswolds may be, chucking out their gowns and Jimmy Choos to the charity shops after only one champagne-slinging ball, but despite feverish, obsessive hunting through the racks at the Sue Ryder, I’ve yet to unearth anything that bears the coveted tags.
So I turned to Ebay. I am a bit of an Ebayer-in-Recovery after my obsessive 2 year dealings in Beanie Babies (yes. I know.) but here was compelling reason to dip my toe in again. "I will probably be able to sell it on at a profit! " I said temptingly to RPD. "That’s what you said when you bought 15 Britannias – the ones which are sitting in the loft I think?" he sarkily replied.
But imagine my delight, my joy, to find the very Musto jacket I have seen in Fox’s Saddlery for £175, no reserve, at £58 and only 9 hours to go! My Ebay tactics veer wildly between caution and recklessness, both of which seldom end in triumph (for me, though I have made some sellers pretty happy) but I played it like a pro this time, bid £60, immediately lost out to a hidden bid, put in a max bid of £75, and won the item for £62. The size (large) shouldn’t matter, not with all those Harry Hall layers beneath, and the colour (light stone/ink) is pretty close to the desired pink/navy – especially when viewed through the rose-tinted specs of a winning bid in the bag.
"Yeah but it will be well worn," (my cynical friend, Panikos) – "No no! it’s Brand New With Tags," I enthused, jiggling with the happy dance.
"Nicked, then," he sighed.
1 Comments:
At 5:43 PM, Anonymous said…
My eyesight's going! Occupation: Nun
At least that's what I thought I read until the Chaircat pointed out the spelling, for once. But I can confirm that Pony-Mum's hotpots are EXCELLENT, her crab-cakes DIVINE,and her chocolate brownies are OK as well.
The pony looks nice. Good luck with it!
OC
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