Post by ashlea on Jul 24, 2006 4:59:42 GMT -5
OOC: Nicole can you please make a tack room?
If this is in the wrong place I apologise and will wait for Nicole to move it to the correct sub-board...
Natalie walked down the aisle of the barn, a quick glance at her watch telling her that it she needed to hurry if she was to exercise Midnight Blues. She opened the large and very solid door of the tack room and the latch made a soft click when it shut behind her. Natalie put her hands on her hips, rapidly calculating the best way to go about this, and she Foraged through the tack boxes and wooden totes, looking for the equipment needed. She finally managed to pull out a half-empty container of saddle soap, and a rag which looked as though it had seen better days. Locating her tack was much easier, as all of her saddles were neatly hung on racks upon the walls and the bridles were hung on wooden pegs, all with the owner's name engraved on brass underneath. Natalie sighed and carried the first saddle to the table in the middle of the room, and opening the tin of saddle soap, set about rubbing it into the leather in large circular motions.
Natalie furrowed her brow in concentration while she rubbed the dampened cloth over the leather, focusing on removing the dirt and grime from the ridges and cracks that marred the smooth surface. Four saddles and five bridles were back in their allocated positions in the tack room, and the last of the saddles was nearly finished. Grabbing the soft towel that she had found just minutes after starting on the first saddle, she gently rubbed the saddles dry...the dark surface gleaming as it reflected the light streaming through the tack room window. Setting the saddle back on the rack, Natalie put the cleaning equipment back where she had found it, and then turned and left, ready to go and do some dressage with Midnight.
If this is in the wrong place I apologise and will wait for Nicole to move it to the correct sub-board...
Natalie walked down the aisle of the barn, a quick glance at her watch telling her that it she needed to hurry if she was to exercise Midnight Blues. She opened the large and very solid door of the tack room and the latch made a soft click when it shut behind her. Natalie put her hands on her hips, rapidly calculating the best way to go about this, and she Foraged through the tack boxes and wooden totes, looking for the equipment needed. She finally managed to pull out a half-empty container of saddle soap, and a rag which looked as though it had seen better days. Locating her tack was much easier, as all of her saddles were neatly hung on racks upon the walls and the bridles were hung on wooden pegs, all with the owner's name engraved on brass underneath. Natalie sighed and carried the first saddle to the table in the middle of the room, and opening the tin of saddle soap, set about rubbing it into the leather in large circular motions.
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Natalie furrowed her brow in concentration while she rubbed the dampened cloth over the leather, focusing on removing the dirt and grime from the ridges and cracks that marred the smooth surface. Four saddles and five bridles were back in their allocated positions in the tack room, and the last of the saddles was nearly finished. Grabbing the soft towel that she had found just minutes after starting on the first saddle, she gently rubbed the saddles dry...the dark surface gleaming as it reflected the light streaming through the tack room window. Setting the saddle back on the rack, Natalie put the cleaning equipment back where she had found it, and then turned and left, ready to go and do some dressage with Midnight.