Forever Afternoon top - c/o ModCloth
handmade lady tie - c/o Flapper Girl (use code KEIKO for 15% off)
cut offs - Free People
"Get Rowdy" belt - gift from my sister
leather tote- c/o Joie
watch - Coach
bracelets - c/o Sorrelli, vintage, and JewelMint
Ever since I was a little girl, horses have been a huge part of my life. We got our first horse, Spanky - a mischievous Anglo Arab who was smart as a whip, when I was just four years old. My beloved Morgan-Welsh pony Shawn, my absolute heart, was a Christmas surprise at five. Rowdy (whose registered name was "Let's Get Rowdy" - hence the belt) came shortly after: a massive Appendix with the most gentle disposition, you might mistake him for a teddy bear.
Our original three have since passed on, and I'm not sure I'll ever love another horse as much as I loved them. I now have Romeo, and my family has Diablo and Coco. Though I love them all fiercely, there is a special bond that develops between a horse and their little girl - something that has a lot to do with growing up beside one another - that solid adulthood can't replicate. There's a sign at the ranch where I board Romeo; it sums it up perfectly:
"All horses deserve, at least once in their lives, to be loved by a little girl."
But they were never our horses. We were their girls.