Happy Sunday everyone!
My next animal in my hooked rug.
A tribute to Star the horse.
There are pictures of me on a different horse
when I was just three years old.
Star was owned by my uncle,
but she was boarded at my gramma B's farm.
She was so gentle.
So I was able to ride her all of the time.
I would ride her around the front field
bareback with no saddle or bridle.
Since she was a tall horse,
I would wait until she went to the feed trough,
climb on that and get on her back that way.
If grampa B saw me, he would yell out the back
farmhouse door to get off that horse before
I broke my neck.
Being a teenage rebel,
I would comply just until he went back inside,
then I was back on her.
Now her mate Lightning on the other hand
was one horse I stayed away from.
Never even wanted to pet him.
He was a mean stallion...not to be trusted.
Star was a black beauty with a white star
on her forehead.
However I hooked her in a blue tweed wool.
You may have noticed I drew circles above my horse.
After hooking a few, did not like the look.
Opted for random colors.
Were you a young rebel like I was riding Star?
Star Blessings To All!