I feel like a Countess in a castle wearing her fortune because the bank's been empty for a while. Only I have no maiden daughter to wed off.
So I'm left to dreaming! Today's topic of fantasy is horsies. V and I have decided today we're going to a horsecamp in the summer. A western horsecamp. Riding horsies, brushing horsies, galloping through the woods on horsies and getting drunk with our own smuggled drinksies in the depth of night.
I've spent hours looking up my favourite breeds, if I may ever have a beauty such as these I'll be a happy woman.
The first, the American Paint Horse.. They usually come spotted but I'm in love with this variant.
The second, the Frisian, is pretty much the horse equivalent of my Perfect Man.
The third, the Arab, is my favourite, ever. They're so gorgeous it hurts.
And I totally want Vi on a Gypsy Vanner.
So when I'm aaaaall grown up, I'll be somewhere on a ranch in the outback, enjoying horsies and living the cliché. Kids, dogs, snakes, a chameleon, platypussies, tjik tjaks, bats, toke's and some men.
Sem just dreamed with me and mentioned he'd be but an hour's swim away somewhere under a palm tree, but I'm thinking it'll take longer what with having to swim around Sumatra to get to Ambon.. It's good enough, though.
Can't wait 'til Old Money.
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