pony restoration
ponies. ponies everywhere.
my friend sarah has roughly 80 billion my little ponies. today, she brought about 55 of the things over to my house so i could see them and stare in wonderment and a hint of jealousy as she talked about each one. they were all well-loved and honestly kinda wrecked up because of it. on top of that, they’d been sitting around for a while, and they needed some TLC. naturally i forgot to take decent before pictures of all of the ponies, but i have one of one of the more easily fixed (but most impressive transformations.)
this one has palm trees on its butt, and terrible hair. for now.
a lot of ponies. colorful ponies! happy ponies! ponies playing damaging mind games with eachother and making themselves jealous
the back also has palm trees and bad hair. WHO KNEWWWWW?
the first step was washing them. these ponies were filthy, and some of them had crayon and old “snack” on them.
these were the first ones out of the tub. of course by tub i mean sink (for now) and this photo was taken after they’d been drying for a while.
the ponies as seen from chopper 4.
they’re acting like i fucking intruded on their conversation. whatever, i don’t want to know anyway.
these ponies are pale and standing near eachother. instantly a family in my mind.
just another crowd shot of the pon–WAIT HEY I KNOW YOU, THAT IS OUR FRIEND PALMTREESONTHEBUTT! YOU LOOK SMASHING, LADYCAKES.
that’s all from chopper 4. back to you in the newsroom.
all in all, they took me about five hours, a whole bottle of VO5 conditioner, half a bottle of garnier we-don’t-use-it-anyway-tisse shampoo, a bar of dial soap, an old sock from the limited too, a dinner fork, and my backup hair brush, which snapped clean in half rather impressively on one of the more tangled manes. whoo-weee.
