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As much as I love my ponies, I've admittedly been in a funk over them since the bail out of our apartment last October. Boxing them all up after that storm for some reason hurt me... and it took nearly nine months for me to get out of that slump. Yes, I've bought ponies during that time, but they never had an official home. They just sort of hung out on my desk or in the pony bins.
about a week ago i got bored, and started moving things around, and before i knew it, a really nifty idea came to my head. after a bit more moving, i created a pony wall in my hallway outside of my bathroom (pony bathroom no less)... but that was it. it involved about 20 ponies and a few MOCs i had floating around... nothing more.
I knew i was going to be emotional when the 25ths arrived, and I was. I couldn't stop crying, and still cant. My eyes start misting up and my throat starts closing. Its so very good to see them, old friends reborn... And it helps me realize that even the most far fetched dreams do sometimes come true.
I was around 9 when Hasbro stopped making the Ponies, and for some reason it devastated me. So much I wrote to Hasbro (with moms help) and asked why they stopped. I've been dreaming of seeing my wonderful childhood toys on the shelves again since that day when I bought the last Baby Sea Shimmer from Hills, and now i get to see that. Its such a silly little dream, but it means so much to me. Even now, just thinking about it, tears roll down my cheeks.
Why they mean so much to me, i don't know. I just know they do. These toys went with me everywhere as a kid. To school, friends houses, randomly to church when i went, in the woods, EVERYWHERE. They were my friends when i had none. And now I am giving them a home again.
I pulled out my G-1 bin earlier last week when toying in the hall, and its been in the way since then (see i cant even be arsed sometimes to put them away!). But with the arrival of the 25ths... i couldn't help it. I couldn't stop my hands from opening up the china cabinet and cleaning it out... and before i knew it, ponies were jumping for joy and showing their colorful faces again! It took nearly two hours of work, but most of them are in the china cabinet. There are a few that need some cleaning (were actually in the flood water when the storm hit), and 2 i sadly had to throw away (one was a double, Posey, i found some major cancer spots on her from the flood water. And Sundance... she had mold growing inside of her beyond help...) but they are replaceable. Everyone else who was in the flood got an antibacterial scrub down and are drying...they shall go up when they finish drying. There are 117 up now, and i still have to put my flutters somewhere in there, and the drying ones XD
I still dont know what i am going to do with my G-3s. I know i am going to sell some... but who knows. My heart lies in G-1, and while its nice to see the G-3's... they just don't do much for me.
p.s. i swear to god this image, when i updated my journal before, is flipping me off. I know its not, but it sure as heck looks like it.
about a week ago i got bored, and started moving things around, and before i knew it, a really nifty idea came to my head. after a bit more moving, i created a pony wall in my hallway outside of my bathroom (pony bathroom no less)... but that was it. it involved about 20 ponies and a few MOCs i had floating around... nothing more.
I knew i was going to be emotional when the 25ths arrived, and I was. I couldn't stop crying, and still cant. My eyes start misting up and my throat starts closing. Its so very good to see them, old friends reborn... And it helps me realize that even the most far fetched dreams do sometimes come true.
I was around 9 when Hasbro stopped making the Ponies, and for some reason it devastated me. So much I wrote to Hasbro (with moms help) and asked why they stopped. I've been dreaming of seeing my wonderful childhood toys on the shelves again since that day when I bought the last Baby Sea Shimmer from Hills, and now i get to see that. Its such a silly little dream, but it means so much to me. Even now, just thinking about it, tears roll down my cheeks.
Why they mean so much to me, i don't know. I just know they do. These toys went with me everywhere as a kid. To school, friends houses, randomly to church when i went, in the woods, EVERYWHERE. They were my friends when i had none. And now I am giving them a home again.
I pulled out my G-1 bin earlier last week when toying in the hall, and its been in the way since then (see i cant even be arsed sometimes to put them away!). But with the arrival of the 25ths... i couldn't help it. I couldn't stop my hands from opening up the china cabinet and cleaning it out... and before i knew it, ponies were jumping for joy and showing their colorful faces again! It took nearly two hours of work, but most of them are in the china cabinet. There are a few that need some cleaning (were actually in the flood water when the storm hit), and 2 i sadly had to throw away (one was a double, Posey, i found some major cancer spots on her from the flood water. And Sundance... she had mold growing inside of her beyond help...) but they are replaceable. Everyone else who was in the flood got an antibacterial scrub down and are drying...they shall go up when they finish drying. There are 117 up now, and i still have to put my flutters somewhere in there, and the drying ones XD
I still dont know what i am going to do with my G-3s. I know i am going to sell some... but who knows. My heart lies in G-1, and while its nice to see the G-3's... they just don't do much for me.
p.s. i swear to god this image, when i updated my journal before, is flipping me off. I know its not, but it sure as heck looks like it.
