I am generally not a very sparkly person, either in personality or when it comes to bling. Sarcasm and dark humor come naturally to me, and my taste is relatively plain and boring aside from the admittedly perhaps slightly out of character pompom obsession (#pomclubforlyfe). The only reason I can tolerate a rhinestone browband on my dressage bridle is because the stones are black… it barely even counts.
I’m definitely not into the whole “can be seen from space” thing that is popular amongst the DQ’s and the western set and definitely some eventers as well. You know what I’m talking about.
My color palette is a snooze, usually falling solidly in the navy with black or gray or white range (or hunter green, when I’m feeling wild). I can’t help it, it’s who I am as a person. I mean, this was my idea of brightening up my navy/white XC colors by adding yellow (which was, for me, quite a bold choice as an accent color):
I’m not at all conservative or traditional as a general human being, so that’s certainly not the reason why I shy away from color or bling. My hair is currently burgundy (look at me getting into the holiday spirit), and before that it was a very dark purple. I have multiple tattoos. I’ve got a floral pair of Doc Martin’s, for god’s sake (because literally anything looks badass on a Doc Martin, I am a 90’s kid and this will be my stance until I die). Anyway, my color preferences clearly don’t stem from conservatism.
I suppose, at the base of things, I actually like pretty much any color if you just make it dark enough. I thought that I had an aversion to all sparkles or bright things, which makes sense if you know me, but lately I’ve come to realize that more and more blingy things are sneaking into my world. Like the hoof boot I got for Henry, for instance, which might be one of my favorite purchases of the year:
It’s magnificent. It’s a darker sparkle on a black base, so it’s not really BRIGHT or disco-ball-esque, but still… it’s so blingy that I can tell from many many yards away if Henry still has his boot on or not. The sun catches it just right and, well… it’s shiny. And that hoof boot has brought me waaaaaaaaaaaaaay more joy than any hoof boot ever should. I’m a little obsessed with it.
And then there are these, Presto’s Christmas gift from his mother (his actual horse mother Sadie, not to be confused with me, his hu-mom) with a little help from Auntie Michelle because Sadie doesn’t have thumbs or the internet or a bank account:
Your eyes do not deceive you, friends… those are navy glitter boots. AND I LOVE THEM. They barely count as blingy, but they’ve got that extra little bit of pizzazz that makes them interesting. Plus they’re NAVY. But sparkly they are, and I love them not just despite it, but actually… because of it. They remind me of the night sky.
These boots are when I realized that clearly it isn’t bling itself that I’m opposed to… it must just be bright, light colored bling. Silver, or gold, or… ok, anything that’s not black or navy or dark, I guess. It’s like I’m okay with making it glittery as long as it ultimately stays relatively dark and depressing and inside my preferred color palette. I’m sure this says something about me on a deeply psychological level.
I was discussing this self-revelation with Stacie (because come on she has like 623 pairs of tall boots and horse boots in every color and finish, who the heck else would you talk to about stuff like this?) and we came up with a name for it:
So I guess my style can be described simply from here on out as “Emo Sparkles”. Slide that broody attitude right on up here and put some black glitter on it, my friend. Who knew I would still be learning things like this about myself in my mid-30’s?
But really though, those navy glitter boots. ❤