Give Me a Sign

I was trolling my local Antique Mall when my heart quickened and palms got sweaty...  Classic signs of Ihavetohavethis (Latin for, Aquireopathy)

Having had a white horse for 15 years there was just no question.

I pulled it out and saw on the back hints of another pony peeking out below the reinforcing boards.  15 minutes later I was home with tools in hand prying up rusty nails and boards singing, "Wild Fire"  (OK- not really but go with it)

This white horse gets it's "paint" look from an old varnish that is amber and crackly...I rather like it.

I have no official information about the sign (other than I officially like it).

A search on the interwebs found that "The White Horse" was a pub situated in E. London and established in 1780.  The pub closed in 1969 but had belonged to the Colchester Brewing Company passing to IND Coope in the 1930s.

I'm getting thirsty....

Ride the Pony

Really, what's better than a girl's weekend dipped in gorgeous weather while surrounded by all things equine? Ain't nothin better, that's what!

Last weekend was Rolex with my horse peeps.  We shopped, ate, and trekked over cross country all weekend long.

Friday is trade fair day where you can rub elbows with celebrities,

Pet every great dane you see,

And ogle all the items for sale and display.

Trade Show Tradition dictates a requisite visit to the Dubarry tent where champagne and British accents come out at 10am.

Warning: said beverage and atmosphere can lead to dropping major payola on boots.

(specifically, these boots)

Saturday is cross country day where we saw every jump while listening to Nigel call out the rides...

Yay, Rolex!