Here’s Baby Starbow all cleaned up!

When I was a kid I was briefly friends with this girl whose name I don’t remember, but who I think about every time I drive past what was her home at the time. We were playing in her house and she had this My Little Pony. Even though I was probably eight or nine at the time I still considered myself something of a collector more than a child playing with toys and I had never seen this Pony and I wanted this Pony.

The girl did not care about the pony and offered to give it to me. I was absolutely psyched about this and I carried it around the entire time we played together that afternoon. Then, when it came time for me to go home, she told me that she had to ask her dad if it was okay for her to give me the pony. I thought this sounded kind of sketchy, but I was not going to question it.

She asked, and he said NO and I was heartbroken that this thing I had walked around with all day and had a decidedly bonded with would have to stay with this girl who didn’t give a damn about it at all. I don’t even know if I ever hung out with her again. I think she may have later accused me of trying to steal that pony.

Anyway, this is the pony. Or at least it’s another of the same kind of pony that I saved from eBay it isn’t the exact one. But I had to get one after my weird childhood bonding experience with a toy I couldn’t I have for reasons I didn’t quite trust, haha.

I rescued this Baby Starbow from eBay. She still needs more time in the sun to take care of her ink stains, I have some paint touch-ups to do after that is completed, and I need to set her forelock in an actual shape, but she’s already recovered so much.

I have a story about this one from when I was a kid, but I’ll wait until she’s all finished.

Faded off the florescent pen I had applied to this pony’s lips, ears, eyelids, and neck as a child. She’s very cutesy now, but the pen was applied in a distinctly remembered play of trying to decorate or tattoo a ritual sacrifice. The ink pen across the neck was the last thing applied and I was interested in making her a very elaborate tomb.

I need to make touch ups to her bow paint.

Baby Biohazard here is going to be my first pony custom because she’s not worth restoring for a variety of reasons. She is currently soaking because yikes

ladyyatexel:

may have accidentally yellowed a pony’s face in the process of getting rid of her ball point pen eyeshadow from when I was 4

hopefully I can reverse that, whoops

And she’s good! The yellow is gone along with the pen and the madness has been restrained enough for me to see what the hell I’m working with.

Her head will have to come off because I can see the rust starting in at the base of her tail, so we aren’t doing anything serious to the hair yet, but just getting it to this point so it was approachable is a win. And I’m already so happy to see her without the ballpoint pen. I think it’s been there since I was three or four years old.

A friend I cleaned up last night is all dry this morning!

Unexpected fun of Paradise Estate is that Rose Petal is the perfect size for it. Thank goodness there will be someone there with the ability to use those tiny forks. Or indeed most of the furniture. As much as I love this thing, most of it doesn’t make any sense as a home for ponies. Aside from a few telling details, I doubt that someone who didn’t know anything about this would even guess that this place with door handles and a tiny love seat and garden chairs and milk cartoons was intended for a bunch of horses.

Tonight I helped out childhood Starglow, who had had a time with her hair and one wonky eye.

ladyyatexel:

So what was in the box, right?

This was in the box! It’s another box!

here are some photos of discovering and assembling the contents of the box within a box

It is 95% of the largest My Little Pony playset ever made. And Lot of dirt. I spent hours cleaning it with a toothbrush among other things.

It is missing two knives, three flowers, and the legs for a patio table. And a bunch of stickers that are all available online.

There was free shipping. Free Shipping that should have been $100 shipping.

It may be three feet in both directions. My room reorganization may have started to prepare for it.

I may have wanted it since I was seven.

Barbie and stray human body for scale.