I love when that happens!

  I just got in from the barn and coop chores.. it’s actually raining/snowing ICE right now.  Pelts your face as you walk in it, no kidding.  If you’re local, don’t do any driving that you don’t really  have to.  Hard to believe that yesterday was beautiful.

  Anyway… You might remember in recent weeks I found an awesome vintage 1940’s ” Mobo Bronco” metal horse, made in England, … in an antiques warehouse.  The price was steep, $330.   I have a thing for vintage horse toys and would LOVE one of these little ride-on ponies to display in This Old House.  I thought the price was high, though, and decided to do some research.   The truth is, the value for such a horse in his particular color (he was black) was right on the mark, and in some parts of the country if you find one of these ponies, they go for even more money.   I found a few of them for a lower price on ebay, but the shipping to get it here would be another $50. more or less.  Still too much money to feel good about it.

 Then…I walked into this Good Will and Antiques shop just about five miles from here… looking for a little shelf for something else…

 and right inside the front door…
…….do you see it?….. 
I may have done a little happy dance right then and there.

His price was $200. Still steep. But.. I knew from my previous research
that that is as good as it gets with these ponies.
And hey.. he was RIGHT DOWN THE ROAD a piece… I mean
it was meant to be, right?

I did make an offer.. the fellow refused it.
No wiggle room whatsoever.

I went to the President of our Corporation to inquire
 about a possible frivolous purchase
and the possible consequences of such frivolity. 

Much to my surprise, the Prez  OK’d the purchase,
 Happy Valentines Day to me!
and my little metal horse is now happily retired
at the hearth of This Old House.
Now this little pony is older than I. 
He’s got some rust in the hind quarters
but he is in overall good health considering his age
and I just love the soft expression on his face.

He’s still got his original parts, even the red vinyl reins!
If a toddler sat on him right now, he’d go right back to work. 
Frasier had to make sure we weren’t bringing another dog in the house. 
He needs a name, don’t you think?
Suggestions, please.