A cosy little project and a fun bush emprise!

Greetings guys! On this fine day we have a post about a cool project I am working on, rugs for my Schleich model horses. I have a mare and her foal. I got the idea from a book, but the pattern was for a different style that was four times bigger, so I had to change it a lot, but I’m nearly done now. It’s been a lot of fun! My other subject is a fun family trail ride the other day. It was very fun to get off the farm in a fun little outing… read on and enjoy!🧡

The rugs have been very trial-and-error. I started cutting out the pattern the book said to, but when I was done, I realised it was way too big for my models… it was practically a tent. So I quartered it, and then the pattern went out the window. I ended up doing the right sides together, sew then turn right side out, but I hadn’t done the necessary 1cm (.39 in) seam allowance and it now fit the foal.🙄 Silly me! Anyway, I ended up adding a tail flap, and back leg straps. I must say, that grey mare and her brown foal with the little blaze are very tolerant of measurements and fuss!🙂‍↔️🤭Here are the ponies!

Sometime recently, I went on a nice outing with my family… Mum, Dad, and my little brothers all on bicycles, and me on my live, opinionated bicycle… my horse Mackenzie! We travelled along the side of our road, waving to cars, Mackenzie sometimes trotting to keep up (even with her power walk!) and turned right on to a dirt road. We went on for a while, and Mackenzie and I even raced my brother. She really knows when to accelerate and I do think she knows when a race is on! Not that we’ve raced more than a couple of times. We didn’t end up winning, Mackenzie could have done it easily but I didn’t think it was wise to fully let her go… I don’t know what breed she is, but I have a suspicion she is part Arab. Arabians are known for usually having a dished face, a fine build, and ability to go all day. My instructor says ”There is no point in lunging an Arab, because you will just make them fitter!” Not that I do it anyway. We got to the creek, and watched by half a dozen little cows we had homemade lemonade while the boys quickly did some fishing, to no avail. We then headed home. Partway back, the boys were a little way ahead, and Mum was a few metres in front of us. Mackenzie settled into a nice slow jig-joggy trot, and I just observed the scenery. Dirt road, dusty paddocks, trees lining the road, grass on the sides, a large stick on the right side of the road. Mid afternoon. As we nonchalantly trotted past the stick, I squinted at it, and it raised its head, flicked its tongue and coiled back. So funny how innocent ‘sticks’ can start moving and grow fangs like that. I carefully kept my eyes on the generously proportioned thing, and we did not hang around, that’s for sure! We just kept on trotting, so as not to agitate the snake any further. I glanced back at it, and it was still there, coiled back, ready to strike. We caught up with the others, who hadn’t noticed it, and relayed the scary story, before shortcutting through a back gate and heading home through the farm. It was a very enjoyable adventure!

So that wraps up this weeks’ post, I hope it was amusing, and that you enjoyed reading as much as I liked writing it! Have a great day! Love, Amarylli 🩵🐴