Rightsizing, part two

My sister and I received our first Breyers for our birthdays in 1974. I got the Clydesdale foal, and Erin got the lying down foal.

I still own both of them.

Those first models were quickly followed by another.

And then another and another and another.

I collected all through childhood, into my high school and college years and beyond.

Way beyond.

I have thinned the herd here and there, but mostly it's been forty nine years of collecting.

I am fifty four years old, and I am drowning in plastic horses.

This became painfully obvious last year when our basement flooded and all the downstairs horses - which is most of them - were relocated temporarily to the living room.

It took nearly a year to get the basement fixed. 

When it was finally done, I wasn't sure I wanted to move all those models back into the basement. I'd started dreaming of a clean, uncluttered hobby space with fewer horses and more room.

With Teresa's help, I did a major cull right before the BreyerWest Swap Meet. 

I sold a lot of horses there.

Not all, but a lot.

Goodbye, Al Borak. I hope you are happy in your new home in Maine.

I donated a pair of horses to Beth McCarley's Beehive Live, another pair to Anna Miller's upcoming Indian Paintbrush Live and sent three more to live with Lynn's granddaughter.

It's a long, slow and surprisingly difficult process, but I am determined. That serene, uncluttered hobby space is calling my name. I can't wait to make it a reality!