Hobbies.


Equestrian

"No hour of life is wasted that is spent in the saddle."

For the love of horses...

I’ve loved horses since I was a little girl, but it was only in my 29th year on this earth was I able to start riding regularly with a trainer. It’s definitely one of the best decisions of my life. The serenity and mental clarity just being around horses brings is a feeling hard to describe. In a time when I was having many doubts on why I was pursuing the goals I was, choosing to insert a regular visit to my lease horse and friend, Spartan, was something I’ve never doubted.

As of now, I’m only a tadpole in this pond of an equestrian journey. I’m showing Introductory Dressage and working my way into small jumps. Spartan has taught me much. Most of it was just getting out of my head and trusting him. He definitely knows more than I do! And for anyone that hasn’t gotten to ride English, it is a workout! But the sweat will always be worth it as I develop a stronger bond with this noble creature.

I’ve also been expanding my riding partners. Recently, I got to ride a big, adorable Belgian Draft Horse, named Chewy. We’re still learning each other, but I feel with more rides, we’ll become fast friends!

A fun ride on a big draft horse.
Needle Arts

"My problem is not that I buy too much yarn. It's that I shop faster than I crochet."

I must thank my younger self for seeing the utility in creating your own items, for had I listened to my peers, I never would’ve discovered my love for needle arts. Knitting, crocheting, and especially sewing, keep my buzzing brain occupied and focused. I also may get a few cool blankets out of it too!

I’ve been using the needle arts in recreation since I was 10-years-old, and while I’ve only chosen to monetize sewing, all three are dear to me. My parents were always more than happy to facilitate hooks, needles, and yarn, as they were cheap and they kept me happy and quiet. Long road trips and hurricane nights, only lit by candlelight, became much less mundane and a little more special just from me doing a few flicks of my wrist, yarnovers, and pressing onto the next row.

© Deborah Turner