To set the scene:
It is 1989, or possibly 1990. Young Me has come to town with my parents and - happy happy joy joy - not only do we go to the library, but to the bookstore as well. And that's not all, this bookstore has an upstairs toy department*!
My allowance is practically burning a hole in my pocket as I climb the stairs,
and there
in front of me
is
the beautiful golden palomino stallion of my wildest dreams:
2) Collectibility (the entire series was pictured on the back of the packaging, so you could plan which to get next)
3) Learning! I was, and still am, the sort of person who hoards information. Those breed info cards... dammit, I still want them.
4) Price! One model cost just about exactly one week's allowance for a not particularly rich kid
After the Palomino came the Pinto, then the Lipizzan (who I named Lipstick. The good folks at Piber would not approve.), the Appaloosa, and the rest.
not my original herd, but I think these were my first six. |
Still, there's an endearing sincerity to these models. Just the fact that they aren't your typical "Basic Horse Shape #1" painted different colours - something even bigger brands have gotten away with - but all individual sculpts, even the ones in identical poses. And they all have little flourishes - a wisp of mane, a turn of the head, a tail that isn't just a hanging sausage shape textured with parallel lines - which add personality and suggest that whoever made these actually cared about making the model and went beyond the bare minimum.
A quick rundown of the first series' identifying features:
* - that bookstore is now a cafe, which is nice, but the toy department is now occupied by a shop that sells ugly posh clothes. boo.
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