I figured it was about time for something light-hearted, so here we go.
In the spring of 2006, as Tristan was starting to go under saddle for the first time, I attended a local tack sale/swap. It was half used tack sale and half some kind of weird clearance sale from a random company billed as a fundraiser for the local 4-H group. I bought a few things; a really, really crappy bridle that I still use for testing bits, and two sets of polo wraps: a black set and a white set. I tucked them carefully away into my tack trunk.
The black polo wraps are still there, in their original packaging. On April 17, 2017, I took the white polo wraps out and put them on Tristan to use in a lesson because fuck it, why not?
I can tell you the exact date because a friend took a photo. Please note, this was the first time I had even taken them out of their packaging, much less used them.
I brought the polo wraps home and tossed them into the laundry pile.
Then I proceeded to move that pile of wraps from surface to surface in my basement for the next two years. At some point, I washed them. It was several months, at the very least, after I had used them.
They still sat in a pile. Then, I figured since they had sat around in my basement for so long, I should wash them again. Then, I hung them to dry on the clothesline in the basement. There they stayed for a few weeks.
On April 2, 2020, I rolled them back up.
Thus ends the parable that illustrates to you my style of horsekeeping. The black polos are still in their packaging, in my tack trunk.
Will I use them again when we all emerge back into the sunlight and start riding horses again? Stay tuned.