Simrat got me thinking of model horse days.
I never had any myself.
But oh, my daughter did.
There was no counting the number of Breyer horses in our house.
Or tiny barn implements and accessories: small burlap feed bags, tiny velvet helmets and microscopic plastic “metal” spurs.
My daughter once had a non-Breyer model horse with glued on velvety hair. It stood precariously in a rearing position. At night it lay on the pillow next to her. She loved it.
We returned one day to discover that our Mastiff, Annabelle, who wasn’t a very discriminating eater, had consumed all but the doll-hair mane.* This was a tragedy par excellance.
But back to the reason for this post. Simrat made me think of my only personal story about Breyer horses.
When I was standing Windsong’s Justa Firestorm, a model maker sent me photos of a model she’d made of him. I’ve since lost touch with her, and would love to get in contact. I’m hoping that posting these photos here will help me locate her. I am still struck by her ability to construct a model of him that captures him both physically and temperamentally from just photos. It even appears as if he’s cavorting alongside his son, Justa Royal Dance (aka “Buster”). Spitting image.
If you’re out there, mystery model maker, please contact me!
* Television remotes, sofa cushions, computer mice, almost everything was palatable to Annabelle. In the end her dietary indiscretion was sadly fatal. I haven’t gotten over it yet.