I had a hard time coming up with a guilty pleasure to photograph. I live so wide open, and I don’t guilt myself over life’s little pleasures. If there’s something that makes me happy, even if it’s something that other people may not really understand, I’m totally okay with that. So I went to Damon, and he gave me this ‘you really have to ask’ look, and said “Your ponies!” LOL
So here are a few members of my Applejack collection:
Applejack was my most loved pony when I was a little girl. I thought she was the loveliest of all the My Little Ponies. And while she was portrayed as a bit of a klutz on My Little Pony and Friends (the 80’s tv show), she was always “Princess Applejack” to me – she ruled over all my herd with a sweet and gentle hoof. 😉 So it’s with relish that I continue collecting Applejack, and even though she’s not my favourite of the new G4, Friendship is Magic, ponies she’ll always have a special place in my heart.
Well, we are almost through January, and I’ll admit… the last few photos may pose an additional challenge – seeing as how we leave for Disney World before dawn on Monday. But I’ll get’r done (as Applejack would say).
The night before school starts,
and mom writes my name.
On notebooks, and pencils
helping me to lay claim.
I’m not a poet,
that’s as far as it goes.
The rest of this blog post
is thankfully in prose.
My Sharpie is no longer sharp after writing “Lily-Ann” on 12 markers, 24 crayons, 24 pencil crayons, various notebooks, folders, and a scrapbook, as well as on shoes, pencil cases, glue sticks, erasers, a pencil sharpener, a bottle of white glue (with a no clog lid), and a backpack. Gotta love the night before the first day of school. Pre-k was easy all supplies are communal, but as kids enter the regular school system labeling everything quickly becomes the norm.
I remember my Mom scrawling our names on everything… And with so many of us it was no quick task. As our pencils and pencil crayons were wore down into little nubs, and all that remained was a letter or two, I’d still think of Mom writing our names every time I saw mine. It was a reassuring thing, though it didn’t register as such on a conscious level until many years later.
I hope, as Lily-Ann sits in her classroom this coming school year, that seeing her name spelled over and over again brings a sense of belonging and love. That she knows how treasured she is, not just by her Mom (who wrote her name so very many times) but by everyone who knows her. She really is such a special kid, and her joie de vie has left many with grins where previously there were none.
Girl is ready to be a “school kid” whether or not I am ready for the same. 😉
These days it’s pretty rare for us to find a G1 My Little Pony during one of our thrift store trips. G3s have become a dime a dozen, and most thrift stores will have at least three or four of them. But a G1? The original MLP toys from the 80s, when I was a kid? We just don’t come across them like we used to. Which makes today’s find at least 20% cooler. 😉
We were out hunting down some dress pants for the Daddy, so I figured I’d check the toy section while he was trying things on. There, staring at me through a plastic bag, with $1.99 written on it, was Princess Primrose.
Princess Primrose is hardly a rare find. She’s probably the most common of all the Princess Ponies… but she’s also the one my daughter has always liked the most. I have her in my collection, and Lily-Ann has always admired her.
Her hair is cut, and her tinsel is a little frizzy… but otherwise? She’s in pretty good shape for her age. She’s got a little symbol wear, but that’s to be expected. She still has her blush, and only one of her eyes has even the slightest rub. Her haircut is rather unfortunate, but the girl doesn’t love her any less because of it.
When we picked Kid-kid up from my parents (we moved her usual Friday night sleepover to Thursday this week to help make sure she’s well rested for the wedding we’re attending tomorrow) I told her we had a surprise for her in the car. She couldn’t have been more excited ripping into that little plastic bag. She just thrilled to find Princess Primrose and gushed over her as if I’d found some rare, invaluable, gem. And perhaps that’s exactly what I found.