You never really plan for chukkers at noon.

They just happen.

One moment, you’re lingering over a late breakfast under the oak trees, the next you’re squinting...

You never really plan for chukkers at noon.

They just happen.

One moment, you’re lingering over a late breakfast under the oak trees, the next you’re squinting across the field at a string of ponies, restless and gleaming in the sun.

This sweater was made for those in-between hours — soft cotton blend, green-trimmed edges that whisper of heritage, and a front that simply announces the inevitable: Chukkers at noon! On the back, the crossed mallets of Chica Chukkers, stitched like a private flag for those who know.

It is not a fashion statement.

It’s an invitation.