MY LITTLE PONY

In August of 2009, I began to collect My Little Pony (MLP) - a whim precipitated by an infatuation with the plastic toys being put out by Kid Robot.

The ponies reminded me of the pretty plastic toys I had purchased for my niece.

The first couple of boxes arrived, without much notice, and sat piled up in the corridor of the already too small, but lovely, lakeside condo.

A friend passed along a notice for an art gallery exhibit of MLP redesigned by local artists. Coincidence? My curiosity grew. As they say, "timing..."

And so on-and-on the story goes… Once I was 10 years old, and wanted a pony. Who didn’t?

That these have now found their way back to me is sure proof that they, indeed, belong to me, as I belonged to that particular time.

(I B E L O N G E D S O M E W H E R E ) - no wonder they are so precious.

Little jewels of bubblegum colour, the glitter of symbols, coloured saran hair, the baby powder scent of plastic, evidence of a girls culture that I had paid no heed to, and that was so much under appreciated in times of that fostered modern vision of the “Strong” Woman.

The years have gone by and I am proud to say that I am strong Woman, and I collect MLP.

So, here they are, symbols shining with the magic only the very young may possess, a gift of love, I am thankful to remember, My Little Pony.