With his hat.
(That was the best part. I didn’t even see it when I picked him up, and the vendor was “Don’t forget his hat!” If he had pulled out the guns or a box, too, you would not be reading this because I would be in the hospital right now still recovering from the shock.)
Seriously, flea market: we need to talk.
I thought we were safely out of range of Chicago for this sort of nonsense to happen.
The closest I’ve heard of such things happening was Lansing and Lansing is, at best, two hours away. We’re close enough to Canada that the occasional Beswick or Royal Doulton piece wanders by, and that I’m totally cool with and grateful for.
You might remember that I found a New Jersey Cull (the Quarter Horse Gelding Splash) here last year, which is why I’m understandably a little freaked out about this.
The rest of the flea market shopping experience was fairly normal. A few body-quality Classics, some craft supplies, a few groceries. I did end up leaving some stuff behind, including a pretty decent Gray Plastic Donkey, because after the Cowboy I was pretty much “I can’t even, anymore.”
Technically there’s not a huge market for this thing: Culls are a bit of a niche item, and so are the 1950s-era Rigid Riders.
So a niche of a niche is what, exactly? Is it like a nook or cranny?
Since I dwell in that subniche – I own a Test Color Roemer, over a half dozen Black Stretched Morgan variations, and a three-legged Dapple Gray Family Arabian Mare that I’m not even sure I know what she is anymore – it’s a moot point. It’s not going anywhere.
Interesting way to get “model horse holy week” off to a start!
I have to go finish packing now. It is not going well, but I’ll manage.
3 comments:
How neat!!! Must be something in the water to have two culls from the same spot. Congrats! (P.S. I certainly wouldn't mind a test Roemer, stretch Morgans by the wagon load, or a peg leg FAM either! P.S.S. It's definitely a cranny.)
So is it a cowcranny or a crannyboy? ;-)
Really cool! Thank you so much for your blog!!
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