Although I bought my first resin in 1999, it was the second resin--an Ann Harris Bubba--who truly turned me into a resin collector. Here's Jolly Roger's story.
The year was 2003 and my life was on the upswing. We'd recently moved into our current home, Seth had a new, better paying job, and I was doing a brisk business selling all sorts of small tack items. There was a little bit of money burning a hole in my pocket, so I indulged myself in that most dangerous of past times and logged onto Model Horse $ales Pages.Up popped an ad for familiar looking spotted pony. I clicked on the link, and sure enough, I did know the pony in question. He belonged to a local shower, and I'd admired him in person on numerous occasions. The price was surprisingly low--more than the balance of my PayPal account, but not by much.
"Hmmmm," I thought to myself. "I can almost afford that pony. I wonder if she'd consider time payments."
I clicked the "Contact Vendor" button and made an inquiry. I didn't expect anything to come of it, but there's no harm in asking, right?
The seller responded almost immediately. She presented me with a complete--and very affordable--payment plan. She didn't ask if I was a serious buyer. Instead, she just seemed to assume that I had made a firm commitment.
My first reaction was, "That's kind of presumptuous."
My second reaction was, "I can't afford resins."
Then, I read the email again and realized that I could, in fact, afford this resin. I logged into PayPal and made my first payment before I had a chance to change my mind.
And just like that, I accidentally became a resin collector.