I’ve had a very pony-filled couple of weeks.
I bought these from a very nice person on Facebook. In one smooth transaction, I cleared six off my wish list.
Also that day, a package arrived for my husband. I texted him a picture of it (never text my husband saying “parcel for you”, he always wants a picture, so he can guess what’s in it), and he sent back. “Can’t remember what’s in that. Could you open it for me?”
To be honest, he does this a lot, and I usually seethe a little more than I did this day, as I work from home and really shouldn’t be opening post as it arrives. However, I was riding a pony high, so obligingly opened it.
And in one mystery parcel, I cleared another two off my wish list. How awesome is my husband?
I hasten to add, it’s not that I don’t want any pony, my wish list comprises the ponies I really want to own right now. And since I’ve cleared a slew of them, I’ll be updating it soon.
Also, I received Baby Cotton Candy, a crib and a stroller. And a week later I came by a MLP Annual from 1988 and yet more custom hair. This time from Retro Dolls.
At a car boot, I managed to find five Gen 3s, all with accessories at £2 each, and about half an hour ago, wonderful husband of mine just walked in with another Gen 3 that he’d found at the market. This one is Cherry Blossom (II). Again I say: how awesome is my husband? And actually, he’s more awesome than you think. After he handed me Cherry Blossom, he said, “I’m pretty sure she’s a Gen 3, and I checked her hooves for the Hasbro mark, then I checked her for pony cancer and rusty butt.” Yes, yes, I married someone that cool.
I do have photos of some G3s, but it’s still a work in progress, I’m thinking of doing massive picspam pages for each generation.
And a few weeks later:
Please note there’s another Dream Castle (rather baity) on the floor in front of the shelves.