But his little wooden rocking horse is fine for a boy or a girl. It's been in my house since the mid 80s and been ridden by more children than I can remember. It's pretty sturdy - since Grandpa Joe reinforced it's neck 25 years ago. My parents gave Michael this rocking horse shortly after his birth. My Mom and I picked it out on a shopping trip when he was just a baby. He spent a lot of time on this little wooden horse.
I wanted to freshen her up a little for our little Ellanore, because Miss Horsie had a few scars. Here she is ready for her makeover.
I mixed up some Pale Sunshine chalk paint (I use Plaster of Paris) and gave her a few coats. Then I sanded the edges a little. I think Buttercup would be a good name for her now with her pretty purple polka dotted bow.
The paint job is far from perfect. I was a little disappointed at first. But the horse is 27 years old and that's pretty old for a horse. Even a rocking horse.
I think our little rocking horsie is ready for a new rider now. I'm excited to take a picture of my little granddaughter rocking on Daddy's horse some day, but don't grow up too fast, precious little one.
Rock on, Laura