Wild Horses

“Wild horses I wanna be like you

Throwing caution to the wind

I’ll run free too

Wish I could recklessly love

Like I’m longing too

I wanna run with the wild horses

Run with the wild horses, oh”

Natasha Bedingfield Wild Horses Lyrics

Songwriters:  Wilkins, Wayne/Bedingfield, Natasha/Frampton, Andrew

Maybe you remember when Scott found that ugly old lamp to disassemble and use to make our tripod floor lamp?

You really need to see it if you haven’t already!  GO HERE.

Scott was determined that I needed to go back out to that old junk place and have a look for myself.  He said there were old paintings and frames and all kinds of miscellaneous things, just lying around getting wet and dirty.  It wasn't a tough decision since the new owners have put in a coffee shop out front.  They make the most delicious mochas.  And you all should know by now that I love my coffee and my chocolate...especially together. 

But back to the junk...

We finally went the other day.  I found five or six little things: 

Most of what I found was wooden. Itty bitty shelves and such. 

But this one,

It caught my eye immediately:

A wooden horse head,

A bookend without a mate, 

Just one single one, 

No matching pair, 

But that’s okay.

It was old, and weathered and slightly funky.  Exactly the type of thing I hoped to find that day.

I thought about leaving it like this, but decided it just wasn't exactly right for my space.

Equestrian art and décor seems to be making a prominent appearance in home decorating lately.  And why not?  It is so pretty, and American, and Country Chic.

I've seen plenty of examples in the big design catalogues lately.

Like Pottery Barn and Restoration Hardware to name a few.

I have always loved horses.  I dreamed of having my own when I was young.  As most girls do.  Don’t tell anybody, but when I was a young girl I used to load my pockets with apples and carrots and sneak out to a nearby field to visit the horses there.  If no one was around, I would lure one of the friendly horses over to me with the treats.  I would get them up against the fence and climb on.  They usually just walked around eating grass, not bothering to acknowledge me.  Sometimes they would take off and I would fall into the field and laugh uncontrollably.  It was exhilarating…and slightly naughty. 

Crazy, I know!

I decided to treat my new friend to a coat or two of high gloss, pure white spray paint. 

BEFORE

AFTER





 I think he's magnificent:

Of course, you might think it was nice before I painted it.  Oh well, you'll have to go find your own!!!  LOL!