if wishes were horses…
You know those things that you see in magazines and spot in antique stores and pine after and always keep in the back of your mind? Well, one of those things for me has been an antique rocking horse. I’ve seen a few in magazine homes, perched on an elegant buffet or the top of a French armoire. A child’s toy turned art. I’ve had my eye on one in an antique store for months. I always dismissed it, thinking it was just too expensive. Yesterday, while shopping for things for the open house, my gaze landed on the familiar horse that I have loved and dismissed at least a dozen times. It was the same price and the tag read “firm”, so I doubted it would be reduced any time soon. Or ever. Today, though, it didn’t seem that expensive. On a whim, I asked one of the women behind the counter


