So, fun fact, my parents are selling their house next year.
What does that mean for me? Well, it means all the things that I still have there have finally got to come home.
While my art supplies and old paintings came home some years ago, there was one collection that still lingered in the attic- my Breyer collection. To the uninitiated, these are resin sculptures of [mostly] real horses and stand about 8″ tall.
My parents gave me my first Breyer horses when I was 6 or 7. These included a Shetland pony that resembled my then-pony, Heidi, a Welsh model, and a fancypants black unicorn.
While the unicorn was a bit fanciful for my oddly-literal childhood tastes, I couldn’t get enough of the model horses. Case in point? Thanks to the movie Twister, and a resulting terror of tornados, whenever it would storm hard in the summer I would do two things- run out into the rain and bring in my real-life Shetland pony into a stall, and make up a “Tornado bag” with my favorite things (no idea what the logic was here), which always included my Welsh pony Breyer.
I started asking for a Breyer model at every special occasion, and began hunting for them while antiquing with my mother. As I got older I became more interested in limited editions and the like, and soon, my collection of 3 had grown to 70.
Going through these boxes after packing them up almost a decade ago has been quite the trip down memory road. Most of them I can associate with a place I’ve been to, or a moment in time. There’s the vintage classic sized Black gelding I found at an antique fair in Wyoming. The Art Deco model my mother surprised me with for Christmas back when Fine Art (his brother) lived down the road. The set of Chincoteague ponies we got signed on our trip to watch the real ones swim the channel.
While all were very special to me at one point in time, I can’t possibly keep them all. A few, like my precious, beat-up old Welsh model, I can’t bear to part with for obviously sentimental reasons. Likewise, the Salinero model above that my teammates signed for me the year I captained the dressage team. But the rest are going to new homes where hopefully some other budding equestrian or enthusiast will love them and appreciate them too.
Did any of you have an equestrian-related collection growing up?