When I am old and can no longer ride my horse. I will have these.
I won't be " wearing purple" or some big obnoxious Red Hat, or one of those PICK and GO perm hair do's that old ladies swear by.
I will have fields of,
white ponies. Lots and lots of white ponies. I will teach them to drive carts and a sleigh.
I will spend hours grooming and fussing over them.
There is nothing more magical and spiritual to me than a sparkly white pony with a long mane and tail.
Bonus: This one has feathers :)
How could you not love this face? When we see a white pony we say" Oh look it's Merry Legs" Black Beauty people....!
So if you see an old lady and her team of 4 white perfectly sparkling primped ponies pull up at your house, you'll know it's me :)