
Oh my god: my pretty ponies. I was obsessed as a child. I hadn’t thought about them in probably 19 years. It’s their 25th anniversary. See more here.
October 31, 2008

Oh my god: my pretty ponies. I was obsessed as a child. I hadn’t thought about them in probably 19 years. It’s their 25th anniversary. See more here.
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I couldn’t help but giggle when I saw this post – have you read “I Was Told There’d Be Cake” by Sloane Crosley? The first chapter is called “The Pony Problem” and talks all about pony figurines… Just a random thought. Happy Halloween!
cute! have a great weekend, and good luck on the paper!
xoxo joanna
I loved them too!!
I can still smell that plastic smell of the ponies in my mind!
Scary that they’re 25 years old!
Wow, how old do we feel right now?! How are you doing, lovely lady? Hope you’re having a great time in SF!