As though she hadn't already saved mu butt by braiding (not once, but twice!) at our show last weekend, Supermom surprised me at the end of the whole shebang with my very own horsey-name-bracelets.
Even growing up I had never actually owned one. I always thought my folks (or brother, or uncle or whoever) would see them at the tack store (or at a show) and think "oh! stocking stuffer!" or something, but alas no - and it was never something I splurged on for myself.
But now I've got a bracelet for each lovely mare and I get to stare at them all day long. I've been mixing and matching them with different bangles and playing around with how I like wearing them best.
Makes me feel 12 again. (In a good way, not in the awkward, gangly, horrifically terrified of boys way).