Cheap Leather Coats

I need some help finding the following for my horse and I?

I have a horse that I recently got and I need/want the following. Please tell me the website/link!
PLEASE READ WHOLE DESCRIPTION BELOW!
1. A cool unique designed saddle pad with lime green. It can be Zebra print, polka dots, etc…
2. A nice crochet fly bonnet in black and lime green.
3. A brown leather halter that is nice, easy to break in, and reasonably priced. (Under $40.00?)
4. A well made show belt. I do Hunter and Jumpers.
5. A good quality show coat. (Under $150.00?)
6. A wonderful Hunter/Jumper/All Purpose saddle. I will be doing some equitation shows, hunter under saddle, and hunter and jumper shows so I need a saddle suitable for all of them. (Yes i know Hunter judges are very specific.) (Under $1000.00?, yes its cheaper than most but I have a strict budget) I dont really need a saddle and I wont be getting a new one anytime soon but just for the future!

Thanks so much! Best answer to whoever gives a link to all 6 items and explains if they are good or not.
Thanks again!

Is fur really that cruel?

When people tell me that fur is awful and cruel, I look at their leather shoes and purses and the hamburgers on their plate and think….wait a minute…aren’t you being a little hypocritical here?

I found a really beautiful vintage mink coat (circa 1950′ies) at a thrift store and I think I’m going to get it. It’s just so warm, is way cheaper than a fancy synthetic, and it doesn’t make me look like a poofy marshmallow.

I’m worried that people will judge me or throw paint at me if I wear this coat.

Before I purchase it, I would just like to get a few opinions from people about it – what makes people think that wearing fur sooo much more evil than eating meat, or wearing leather goods?

Maybe I just don’t get it.
I understand that the fur farms in China are really cruel, but are they that much crueler than the meat industry in America? Or the leather industry?

If mink is just killed for fur what do they do with the rest of it, just burn it? Can’t they make it into dog food or something?

Could you help?

I’ve got a problem.

Back in September, my parents took me to the Berlington Coat Factory after school to buy a leather jacket. I was looking for a motorcycle jacket. It turned out, they didn’t have any.So, tried on a few jackets. I bought a Blazer for $78.

It’s late October now. I want this motorcycle jacket I found for $48 on this website. It’s cheaper than the jacket my parents bought me at Berlington and its exactly what I was looking for.

Problem is, how do I tell my parents?

Only vegans answer please:?

Pvc is known to cause harmful effects on enviroment. Also I know many leather items used pvc to treat or coat it but the folks how use leather are not enviromently friendly anyway. We should be leading by example. The designer vegan labels are not being supported due to price and people go to store like payless and target that use sweat shops cause its cheaper. Is there are solution that is animal, earth and people friendly? If not than who is going to make a difference.

where can i find a cheaper version of this waistcoat?

I’m in love with this waist coat…but not the price tag. Also i would need it from either an English site or one that will send to England.

http://www.polyvore.com/balmain_embroidered_leather_waistcoat_net-a-porter.com/thing?id=5245649

Who I should cosplay?

My info:
188 cm
big build, but not fat (not anymore woot!)
medium-short dark brown hair
azn (i have been mistaken to be every azn race so i dont think i need to specify)

available materials:
kendo robes (completely at my disposal)
black trench coat (completely at my disposal)
unlimited white cloth that i can print any design on (dad is manager of clothes designing co.)
lots of thick straps (leather or tough cloth, idk how i got them)
lots of black cloth (from old haloween costumes)
$80

the character doesnt necessarily have to use the listed materials, but try to keep it as cheap as possible. However, I’m mainly looking for what character would best fit me.

Have time to read a poem?

I normally don’t do this because I’m comfortable with my writing. However, poetry is NOT my specialty. But a professor wanted me to consider toying with one of my pieces for submission. It’s supposed to be a casual, narrative-type poem that reads almost like a story.

It’s long, so I’m only going to post the 2/3 of it. If you can offer any advice or criticism on words or phrases I should change or remove, or where the poem begins to droop, I’d really appreciate it:

It seems like a dream, the sticky heat a blanket
tangled around sore legs as we made our way
down foreign streets of cobblestone. It seems like
a dream—one that I haven’t woken up from.

I had already
witnessed so much in so little
time, and the memories, though jumbled,
linger around me like the intense heat.

The lemon gelato was melting
quickly into thin, sticky streams
down my fingers under the influence of
the thick, boiling pitch of burned sky,

but everything disappears when you witness
the Trevi fountain at night,
Neptune’s water almost
liquid gold in the artificial light.

Now there is a jewelry commercial that features
the Spanish Steps, and every time I see it,
I have to remind those around me that
I was there—an impulse before

remembering that I was actually chased down
those ruby-flowered steps by empty-handed gypsy men,
bold enough to follow me into the maze of people,
clever enough to end their pursuit when I stopped

in front of a man sitting on the steps, playing the guitar—
“The Sounds of Silence” if memory serves.
But I only caught a piece of it before he paused
and looked over his shoulder. The gypsies were slipping away.

“A tourist, hn?” He appeared a tourist himself,
though he was definitely European—Welsh, maybe.
“Well, keep your money hidden and
don’t wear skirts if you can help it, yeah?”

An ancient, leathery woman who had
only rags and a baby, begged in tongues
outside the holy city, and the people in the line
carefully avoided her as they entered the Vatican,

hoping the Pope could bless them and their families.
The woman removed the dirty rags from her scalped head,
and I avoided her,
too.

That was Rome,
but this is Florence:
Music reverberated in a piazza
caged by cathedrals and walls worthy of castles.

And, robed in red and white with gold, they danced,
twisted, and leaped through the center of the uneven square,
mindful of those with drums and cellos,
and ignoring the sweltering heat.

I watched them, breathless,
and before I was ushered into the alley,
I made out a golden cross—that universal symbol
that was left behind with the music and revival.

Now we were surrounded
by endless lanes of shimmering stores.
Venetian glass from the neighboring island glittered,
the smell of leather thick in the hot air.

Signs of the overpriced hung above our heads:
Gucci, Prada, Armani.
But there are street venders that sell imitations
for a fourth of the price. And we are cheap and happy,

So we crowd around pallets of purses and wallets
while the sun rises higher. That statue is only a replica—
don’t be fooled.
The real David is through these doors.

‘No cameras, let us search you.’
And under banners
of white and red and green, they did.
He’s quite large to be carved from a single block.

Right outside, Avril Lavigne, torn and sun-faded,
was shouting at us from her place on the wall—
surrounded by politicians
hidden behind a coat of graffiti.

“We fly half-way across the world,
and we still can’t get away from her,” Mary scoffed,
her freshly-inked henna of the Che
saluting me as we stood shoulder to shoulder.
Thanks, Paperbag. : ) I’ll definitely take that as a compliment. Anderson = Love.