When I was little, my Aunt Linda lived in a farmhouse just up the road from us. She had what seemed like at least twenty horses at any given time, and she and my Mom gave Western riding lessons. So, it's not surprising that I was obsessed with all things equine. Even before I was old enough to ride on my own, I was a constant fixture on the side of the indoor arena. When I played with my Barbies, it wasn't uncommon for my Mom to overhear me admonishing them to keep their heels down while "riding" one of my countless Breyer horses. My bedroom walls were full of horse posters from the Scholastic Book Fair; Black Beauty and The Black Stallion were my favorite books; and even my sleeping bag was covered in my favorite four-legged friends.
I still remember the tiny baby blue fringed outfit I wore in my first horse show and, to this day, the smell of a tack room is one of my favorite scents. Of course, I also loved movies and songs about cowboys and cowgirls. My favorite song was Glen Campbell's Rhinestone Cowboy, and I'd beg my Dad to play it over and over (on 8 track tape, no less) on the behemoth faux wood-grain stereo in our living room.
|Dress (vintage, eBay); Turquoise Torsade (Ross-Simons); Annie Oakley pendant with removable pistol (eBay); Sandals (Lindsay Phillips); Leather and turquoise cuff (Steinmart); Blue Topaz ring (Ross-Simons); Citrine Ring (David Yurman)|
|The skirt is really just one, giant sequined circle, but the belt gives it shape as a dress.|
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