My Inner Child

I have a childlike love of carousels. I totally adore them. Maybe it is the Hollywood-esque lights or the plumed ponies gently going up and down or the fancy colour pop paintwork or just the plain old vintage feel . This one was in Florence and the horses has such sweet faces. Their preloved chipped paint adds to that shabby chic patina that draws me in. I think of how many cherubic happy faces have smiled and giggled and clung on to the twisty barley sugar poles or the peeling leather reins, waving to grannies or aunties or proud parents. And then of course the tears when the ponies stop prancing, the organ music stops and the ride ends. All akin to real life really ! We can bob gently through the evenly paced ups and downs but when things grind to an unwanted holt, we can be thrown out of the saddle. Oh this is way too serious, my inner child just wants to "ride that painted pony and let the spinning wheel spin".

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[Katie]

There is a small company near where I grew up that makes carousel horses.....