I have a very belated story to tell, partly because it is ultimately a sad story.
For Christmas, my husband hinted that he was so excited because he had found the best present ever. He consulted friends. He searched the breadth of the internet. He ordered me to stay at the barn late on the day it arrived. He placed it in my lap on Christmas and waited, breathless and excited.
It felt weird and wonderful. It made me sit up straighter and ride with a longer leg and more open hip than any other saddle I’ve ever ridden in…and it was also exquisitely uncomfortable. In a way that’s really tough to describe. It wasn’t that it was hard as a rock, though it was. It wasn’t that it was sort of weirdly evenly narrow. It wasn’t that I’m just not used to riding in a saddle with such a high pommel and cantle.
It just felt so completely and utterly different from any saddle I’ve ever sat in. I loved it. I wished desperately that I dared trot, but the fit was so bad that I didn’t.
So, I got off after two laps around the arena, carefully wiped down the saddle, put it back in the box, took it to the UPS store, and sent it back.
That was a solid three months ago, and I’m still sad, looking at these pictures. I wish it had worked.