Oldies but Goodies - Wild horses

I have never been one of those horse crazy girls. I owned one horse book that used to belong to my godmother. I didn't hang out at the stables like many of the other girls at school.
On the rare occasions friends dragged me to the stables I tried not to get too near to any horses, and I'll never forget the time when I was handed a rein - against my will, mind you - that came attached to the biggest horse I had ever seen to "just hold him for a second, will you?" followed by another girl telling me how brave I was because she wouldn't want to hold "Wanderer". You can tell my trauma by the fact that I still remember his name. He was nice enough to let me live.
I never felt the slightest urge to ride, and if it weren't such an embarrassing picture, I'd show you the shot a friend took after she and her friend forced me to sit on a horse, a shot I call "Two butts" and that shows quite well that I'm not born to be a horsewoman.
Nevertheless I think horses are beautiful and horse jewelry absolutely makes sense to me.

This has been the most difficult Oldies but Goodies Challenge at JAC so far. I remember that in the old days of JAC's predecessor forum there were several members who made horse related jewelry. They worked with horseshoe nails, made horseshoe designs, I remember cowboy hats and boots and of course horses.
Nowadays we are struggling a little with that theme, so much in fact that only two of our members were able to submit something, our patina queen and our painter of miniatures. They graciously allowed me to smuggle in my unicorn ;-) but they are the stars of this challenge.

1 and 5 Jewelry Art by Dawn
2 and 3 MC Stoneworks
4 Cat's Wire

Horses are big

So I spent last evening and night at my friend's house. We ate, we drank (just a litte prosecco for me), we laughed, we discussed things, we chatted and we petted the cats. Before that she took me to the stable. I have never been the kind of girl that was crazy about horses, never even for one moment. I look at them, I think they look nice, but so do cows to me. I just don't feel the urge to touch them or more - to sit on them! Over the many, many years of my life I often had to discuss that with friends. I was even forced once to sit on a (beautiful, but mighty big) horse because then I would change my mind. That's what they thought. They were wrong. Poor horse, poor me. A few pictures exist of this exciting venture, but they are not to be shown here because they are too embarrassing. For me, not the horse. He looked great. I was merely a monkey clinging on to him. My friends prefer the pic that I named "two butts". They have a good laugh just thinking about it.
So the hour we spent there looking a possible new riding instructor doing a test lesson was not exciting for me. Oh well. Sometimes you have to make small sacrifices ;-)