Cool Quotes for Collectors:
This page will house funny or interesting quotes
and stories from or by collectors about memories and other little
This idea came as my mother sent me the first real good quote
to add on my wall.
If you have one to add send it over and I will see
about adding it.It doesn't have to be yours or an original thought
of yours. If it fits with collectiong out favorite pudgy ponies
then it fits in here.....
I Hunt it, Find it, Buy it, Haul it, Wash it,
Scrub it, Repair it, Fix it, Patch it, Lable it, Catalog it, Frame
it, Display it, Brag about it, Pay Insurance on it, Sometimes
How could anyone expect less?
A male friend of mine, upon hearing that I liked
My Little Ponies, decided
to ask his little sister over winter break whether she would be
sell the few she had to him. Wondering why he wanted them, the
correctly guessed that he was getting them for a girl. Her response
"Who would want someone's sister's old dirty My Little Ponies!
you get her a tennis bracelet?"
-Baby Rainribbon, the artful uni
Please visit Baby
Rainribbon's Pony Site
"If you wouldn't pay for it in that condition,
why charge me that price?"
"Isn't it better to charge a price that'll get you a sale
instead of a
laugh in your face?"
"When it's gotten to the point that you think your ponies
are watching you
when you inspect the innards of a new herd member, tis time to
ask if you
maybe need a vacation from collecting for awhile"
Always yield to temptation, because it may not pass
your way again.
Bills travel through the mail at twice the speed of checks.
I turned three in 1982 right around the time that
the first set of MLPs was
released. In fact, my all-time earliest memory is of the first
commercial; in it, a little girl picked up Minty, held her up
to her face and
sighed, "I love you, Minty!" Or something like that;
since I was two at the
time, that memory is hardly reliable. ;) Anyway, at the time,
color was green, so when I decided I wanted a pony for my birthday
and my mom
asked which one, I chose Minty. Little did my mom know what she
by buying that one little green pony...
Hmmm Im not sure what year it was when I got my
first pony. But I believe I was in Jr High and it was sometime
around 1985? 86? I bought a Moondancer. I was at the time into
Cabbage Patch Kids. I showed my girlfriend it and she immediatly
bought Windy. From then on I started the craze on my neighbor
hood street. There were 5 of us collecting! Mind you they were
all about 7 yrs younger then I! I started collecting in my teen
years. But all of our collections reached well over 40! I still
have the lists I kept of everyones collection! I would take my
$20 allowance and walk to Target every week and buy around 3 ponies
PER WEEK! My collection stopped a little over 100. I collected
for several years straight
Now this is a wonderful story for any collector
Just had to share this beautiful story with all you pony lovers!!!
my many jobs, I baby-sit for a little boy that is 9 years old
and he has been
in my home for a year now. He is all boy, if you know what I mean,
different times, has helped me with the ponies from time to time,
from rinsing their hair after a shampoo to combing them out!!!!
reason I'm giving you this background info on this special little
Yesterday, when he came to my home, he told me about
playing with a
friend of his at this friends house. They were jumping on the
when Phillip noticed something laying in a mud puddle. He got
trampoline and started over to the mud puddle and said to his
that a My Little Pony, cause my baby-sitter collects my little
friend, who can't be bothered with such things, said "i dunno"
and went on
jumping on the trampoline. Phillip walked over to the mud puddle
up this pony, stuck his finger in his mouth (spit) and rubbed
on the back of
the pony. "Yep, it's a My Little Pony!" I can only imagine
what he did next
because the next day, when he came to my house, he tried very
describe this pony to me. "She's white and has blue and purple
on her symbol
and I think she has rainbow colored hair," he said. We searched
room over, but couldn't find the pony he had seen the day before.
left for school that morning, his parting words were, "I'll
ask if I can have
the pony." and off he went.
Well, I didn't think too much about it the rest of the day. When
home from school, he asked if I had figured out which pony he
about. I told him no. His parting words were, "I'm going
over to my friends
house tonight and I'll ask if I can have the pony." and he
went home with his
Mom. Again, I thought nothing of it.
Boy, what a surprise I got the following (this) morning.
I work 1 a.m. to 5 a.m. on the newspaper dock - 6 days a week,
Phillip gets to my house, he usually reads for an hour and I take
a nap, then
he wakes me up and we visit for a few before he goes off to school.
when he woke me up this morning, he asked if I wanted to see the
pony. Of course, I said yes.
He brought this pony to me and with out taking a breath, he said,
was really dirty, so I gave her a bath and washed her hair and
as you can
see, she has a small scratch on one symbol <pointing this out
to me> and
there is some highlighter marks on her neck and a couple of spots
couldn't get clean, but I knew you would give her another bath
and I washed
her hair but I didn't put any conditioner on it and I didn't roll
her hair or
have those papers you use when you style it and I couldn't get
all the dirt
off around her tail (tail rust) but I thought she looked pretty
and I didn't
see her in your pony room and do you have this one?"
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Or reach out and hug him.
you don't do to 9 year old boys cause they are way to macho for
this type of
display). My poor sleepy, old brain was trying to take this all
in as he
flips this pony around showing me all the things he is talking
pony looks great for everything she has gone through, but she
cause this little 9 year old boy saw a pony in the mud puddle
and knew I
would like her (sorry guys, got tears in my eyes).
Still sleepy and groggy, I answered him with yes, we have her,
of the few Tabi got mint in box. But she would make a nice trade
He got ready and went off to school.
When he came back after school, he wanted to know if I had given
bath and if I had traded her yet. I told him no, she was with
ponies waiting for a bath and had not arranged any trades cause
I was house
cleaning. I also told him, the next time I go on a pony hunt,
I want him to
go with me, cause he knows what he's looking for - his grin covered
So, he doesn't know it yet, but this Pony Bride will always live
She will not be a trade pony cause who could ever offer me what
boy gave me today?
Thanks for letting me share.
Yesterday night I told my little brother and sister
they could play with
my sea ponies in the bath,which when I told them they almost went
because they LOVE ponies too =o) Well anyway I went o=up to check
and heard them playing and all of the sudden I wished I was little
again playing in the bath *sigh*
Oh to be young again
When I was 8 or so, I got that lovely mail order
the baby TAF ponies, which I thought were the coolest things ever
grandmother offered to buy me not only the FULL SET of TAF babies,
OTHER pony in that brochure AS WELL. Trying to be a good child,
take too great advantage of her generosity, I denied, "knowing"
that in a
couple years, I would get one at a garage sale cheaper... I still
sting of not choosing to have those toys. I want them all the
because I had the opportunity and did not take it. Anyway...
Baby Rain Ribbon
There are ponies on my bed.
They,re all colors of the rainbow.
Pink, light blue and green.
They stand in many forms.
Some of them are myths.
Some of them have rainbows in the hair.
Some of them have babies.
Some of them are boys.
Some of them can blink their eyes.
Some of them are sweet, shy, and gazing at the stars.
Their castle is on the corner of my bed.
Their stable on the other side.
Their grass is my bedspread.
Their clouds and mountains are my pillows.
They are there all day till it is time to go to bed.
Time to take the ponies off my bed and play for another day.
Thanks 4 reading!
I made a baby bubbles and had to pull out my mommy
bubbles to compare
colors and that brought back the memories.
When I was a child I was maybe 8 and there was a girl down the
from me named Jennifer Wheeler. Oh she was my idle.. Her daddy
navy guy and brought her all sorts of nice things. She had a toy
that was FILLED with everything you could ever imagine. There
shelf with a basket with ponies in it. There was Bubbles lying
Whenever we would play or I would spend the night I would sneak
her ponies and hold Bubbles. We never played with them tho she
think alot of them including the parlor. I once was holding Bubbles
i promised her I would own her some day. man I wish I was Jennifer
She has the Scrub a Dub Pup family and the entire Charmkin collection
next to her bed. She had Poochie and Hello Kitty galor. When my
was coming up I ran to my mom and begged for ponies. Well 6 months
after my b-day I got Peachy's Parlor. She told me she looked and
but no other ponies especially a Bubbles was never found. I remember
going down the halls of Toys R Us and Childrens' Palace hunting
low for Bubbles or Gusty. I had seen a Gusty at her house a few
after Bubbles and I was determined I would not be left out of
Well last year when I descovered Ebay my first pony I EVER bought
Bubbles and the second pony I bought was Gusty and she was bought
the Delaneys. I still hold them dear in my heart those two ponies.
just hope my old friend Jennifer never lost her ponies or any
One day after working on my computer I came downstairs
to find my daughter playing with her pony's I had given her. I
just smiled as I walked by and left her to play. On a double take
I saw a package sitting on the couch behind her. I could hardly
believe it. I just stared at it. It was the box to the ONLY MIB
pony I had. I felt myself getting angry. I just looked at her
and said,"did you open mama's pony box?" She hesitated
and just looked back and answered me with a squeeky, "yes
mama." I fet myself really well up with anger. marina had
seen that look before. The look of me ready to kill her. All I
could do was just raise my hands in the air and walk away. The
damage had been done so why not go cool off before I kill her......5
minutes later I returned. "why did you open MY box when you
have a ton of baby ponies upstairs to play with?" I asked
her with a look of death.
"well," she said and then sighed,"the baby ponies
needed some toys to playwith. And we need to always share our
toys mama." You could tell she was scared by now. she knew
I was really mad. She sat there looking up waiting for me to strike.
"this one was MY pony! not for you to play with!" I
yelled at her. I wanted to kill her! My mm gave it to me when
she found I was collecting again. It was mine. "Mama, you
said we should always share our toys." She wasn't talking
about me this time."the other baby ponies needed toys too,mama."
she was crying now. "are you mad?" She asked. All I
could answer with was a "hell YES!"
Deep inside of me she was right in her thinking. She
had done what I taught her to do. I was mad I was so ticked I
could have spanked the tar out of her.
How could I though? She had only done what I had never been able
to get her to do. That day my daughter moved forward in life.
She had learned one of the important things on this earth. It
was an expensive lesson I would not want to pay again but, for
a $25.00 pony my adughter finally learned something I have been
trying to teach her for months.......Sharing.
Since this happened I have also witnessed Marina playing
well with other children. Willing to give them any toy she has.......Except