Yesterday saw yet another trip up to my sister's farm in Brookston. And while I did pick up some more block print fabrics, I also picked up this:
Only I had no idea how heavy it was. I think it is the heaviest saddle I've ever carried. Just getting it from my car to the tack room was more than I could do - I barely got it onto the back of one of the chairs in the lounge as it was.
He is really excited about it and I can see why. There is a real sense of history about that saddle; you can't help but wonder where it has been and who has ridden in it. If only it could talk!
The Flint corn I'd hung on my front door is now in another spot. It would not stay - I could not get the twine wrapped around the shocks tight enough and the ears would slide through and fall.
Plus I have a really nice horsey autumn "wreath" that I wanted to hang. This will stay up until the day after Thanksgiving when I trade it out for my Christmas wreath.
The red covers all the unbleached muslin on the left. But when the red block was placed again, the person printing shifted just a bit to the right leaving uncolored spaces where red was intended and overlapping red into the colors next to those spaces.


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