Basically, it wasn't snowing. Good enough for me!
|"but i love the snow."|
I've been waiting impatiently for the weather to get its shit together so I could bring my trailer home and scrub it down. Every time I looked at in the parking lot I shuddered. I also love cleaning and organizing so I was legitimately looking forward to diving into this project.
|top: bottom half washed, roof waiting to be tackled.|
bottom: mold. mold everywhere.
I had to wash the fenders twice--there was so much mold that I was basically smearing it around the first time. The roof also needed two rounds of loving. I didn't think the body was quite as bad as it was until I started scrubbing, and then a whole new trailer appeared glowing from underneath.
|so shiny and beautiful|
The inside was already in good shape as I've been using it for trailering practice (a fat fucking lot of good that's done me), minus all the candy wrappers that needed to be picked out of the shavings. Tire pressure was checked on all four plus the spare, a missing grease cap was replaced, and a new light cover was put on the list for the next time I drive by a TSC. The bearings all got greased last year and then the trailer sat pretty much all year so I held off on doing that this round. It will probably get done later this summer depending on how much work it actually gets to do.
Finally it was time to tackle the dressing room!
|mostly just needed a good sweep|
I was expecting this to be more work/fun than it was. The downfall of loving to organize things is that they're always organized on some level. I pulled a few things out to leave at home, set some things aside to move into the barn as the weather warms up, and did a once-over to assure myself I had everything I needed to kick off the season.
|extra lead rope, two lead shanks, shipping halter (now dead thanks to opie),|
two extra halters, a dunce cap, and a mirror to get my hairnet hair proper
|extra girth, bridle, and reins, plus standing martingale.|
laundry bag for sweaty pads/clothes, poop shovel, cooler, irish knit, chairs, and road bag.
one day it will be for real warm again and i can pack his blankets away.
|"hullo, would you like to come play ball with me now?"|
My three drawers that house the majority of my show-only shit needed nothing more than a quick glance over. They were prepped for last year and never got to do anything.
|UL: vest, mattes shims, dunce cap bag|
UR: show helmet, white clothing that lives in quarantine
BL: first aid shit, duct tape (duh), tests book, baby wipes (for sweat), hair net and miscellany
including two of my three tide to go sticks. i have a lot of faith in my ability to get filthy.
BR: all of the above tucked away plus an extra clean rag (probably used for more sweat),
and my bag from bel joeor that houses my braiding kit
I always think I'm going to clean out my door, but it always gets ignored. I don't know why, there's just nothing in there that excites me.
|mostly dead sponge, sunblock, rasp, sweat scraper, sunblock,|
cookies that usually get made into a soup, electrolytes, mostly dead fly mask.
probably some other shit...
All that left was making sure my "Should you break down on the side of the road" box was equipped.
i didn't even know i owned that hoof pick.
registration, tool things... i have AAA and US Rider....
Yeah, I don't know. Hubby said it was fine. Pulling the Useless Girl card on that one.
Since I had the soap and the bleach out, I also brought home my grooming tote to scour. My brushes got soaked and I attempted to clean out the tote itself.
|eventually i'll chuck this thing. it's like ten years old at this point.|
it's broken. it never really gets clean.
|nothing that needed replacing in this mess.|
The truck also got washed, vacuumed out, and all fluids checked and topped off as needed--that at least I can do by myself! All that was left was to park it back at its home.
|and give the naked pony some cookies|
Opie got his tail scrubbed white again, half a bottle of Cowboy Magic sprayed onto his poop stains, and his bridle path trimmed. Let's be real. There's no point in making him clean clean until the day before his first show. And my little cleaning OCD heart cannot wait for bubbles and braids and Hello Kitty.
Has anyone else been hit by the spring cleaning bug? Or did you guys get spring five weeks ago and have long since moved on?