DIY Christmas horse crafts: a horse lovers dream

Almost every horse lover I know is pretty crafty.

With the Holiday season coming up fast, I thought you might like this YouTube video on how to make this Christmas horse reef yourself.

Christmas horse reef:  How fun and it is way too adorable.
Christmas horse reef from Roberta at Knot-a-Tail

Be the envy of your horse loving friends.

I have also been saving DIY Horse craft ideas on Pinterest that is fun and always being updated.

Come for a visit and let your imagination go.

I also have a board for Horse shoe nails and Barbed wire ideas.  Some are so amazing.  Lots and lots of ideas to take your passion to new heights.

I hope you join me as you get ready for the Holidays.

Have a Happy Holiday season.

Just WHINNNNNY and enjoy the ride!

Daily Oats: Livin for the whinny

Whinny’s

If you are looking for a way to keep your connection forever, why not try one of Knot-a-Tail’s horse hair bracelets.

Knot-a-Tail  has a very large selection.
Horse lovers horsehair bracelets by Roberta at Knot-a-Tail

Knot-a-Tail’s horse hair bracelets make a great Christmas gift for any horse lover.
Knot-a-Tail’s horsehair bracelets

For even more wonderful whinny’,

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For The First Time Shared by: Andi Harmon.

FOR THE FIRST TIME

Yesterday, for the first time, I was too tired to ride
Yesterday, for the first time, I was afraid I would be hurt if I was thrown
Yesterday, for the first time, I heard someone say my barn was too shabby
Yesterday, for the first time, I let someone tell me I was too pudgy to ride
Yesterday, for the first time, I realized I was old
Yesterday, for the first time, I had to face that I could no longer keep up
Yesterday, for the first time, I had to let go of my dreams
Yesterday, for the first time, I felt my heart break
Yesterday, for the first time, I turned my back on my friend
Yesterday, for the first time, I knew I was done

Today, for the last time, I felt warm, braided leather in my hands.
Today, for the last time, I ran my stirrups up so they wouldn’t bang my mare’s sides
Today, for the last time, I released the buckles on the girth and watched my girl sigh
Today, for the last time, I slowly dropped the bit so it wouldn’t hit her teeth
Today, for the last time, I gave my mare a cookie to thank her for the ride
Today, for the last time, I buried my head in her soft, warm neck
Today, for the last time, I inhaled the sun and the dust in her long winter coat
Today, for the last time, I closed the gate and trudged to the muddy porch
Today, for the last time, I tracked hay and horse hair into my house
Today, for the last time, I pulled off my boots and felt the sting of warm blood returning to my cold toes
Today, for the first time, I cried after my ride
Today, for the first time, I felt my hands shake as I set the saddle on its rack
Today, for the first time, I hugged my young trainer a final goodbye
Today, for the first time, I waited for the new owner’s trailer to arrive
Today, for the first time, I set my boots in a box to go to the Goodwill
Today, for the first time, I sighed at the wear on my riding gloves
Today, for the first time, I had no hay in my hair
Today, for the first time, I did not hear nickering when I opened my back door
Today, for the first time, I felt worse leaving the barn that I did when I entered
Today, for the first time, I had no one to check on before going to bed

Tomorrow, for the first time, I won’t have to buy hay
Tomorrow, for the first time, I can stay in bed longer
Tomorrow, for the first time, I won’t see the poop pile grow
Tomorrow, for the first time, I won’t be able to fly on four legs
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will be sorry I listened
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will regret letting her go
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will be angry at God
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will be angry at myself
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will cry the day away
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will be glad to die

Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will awaken in tears
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will know I was wrong
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will defy all the judgment
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will ignore my old bones
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will return the buyer’s check
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will bring my friend home
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will take my boots out of the box
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will be reborn

For the rest of my life, I will have a horse in my yard
For the rest of my life, I will ignore the cruel judging
For the rest of my life, I will watch the poop pile grow
For the rest of my life, I will have hay in my hair
For the rest of my life, I will track mud in my house
For the rest of my life, I will bury my face in her soft neck
For the rest of my life, I will let my soul fly

For the rest of my life, I will never be alone

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS
OPTIONAL.

We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

Just WHINNNNNY and enjoy the ride!

Daily Oats: Livin for the whinny

Whinny’s

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The Rose

I found this on Facebook and I just had to share.

An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.
I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me
with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?”

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.

“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked.

She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…”

“No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

“I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the
next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine”
as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and
she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was
introduced and stepped up to the podium.

As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell
you what I know.”

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop
playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.

You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing
older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old.

If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.
Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those
with regrets.”

She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.”

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died
peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s
never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS
OPTIONAL.

We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

Just WHINNNNNY and enjoy the ride!

Daily Oats: Livin for the whinny

Whinny’s

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What if ………….


What if ………….

loneliness was simply a feeling of impatience, telepathically sent to you by friends you’ve yet to meet, urging you to go out more, do more, and get involved, so that life’s serendipities could bring you together…



Would you still feel alone?

What if  ………..

llness was just the signal a healthy body sent to urge clarification of your thoughts, feelings, and dreams…

Would you still, at times, think of yours as diseased?

What if ………………….

feelings of uncertainty and confusion were only reminders that you have options, that there’s no hurry, and that everything is as it should be…

Would you still feel disadvantaged?

What if  ………………………..

mistakes and failures only ever happened when your life was about to get better than it’s ever been before…

Would you still call them mistakes and failures?

And what if  ……………………………

poverty and lack were simply demonstrations of your manifesting prowess, as “difficult” to acquire as wealth and abundance…

Would they still cause you to feel powerless?

Just a thought.     Whinny’s Roberta

Notes from the Universe

Published in: on September 22, 2010 at 9:12 pm  Comments (1)  
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The wheelbarrow

I know it has happened to all of us at one time or another.   I know that it has happened to me a lot over the years.   I clean out one stall, head for the next and think I can just put one more pitch fork of manure on top.  Just one more.   And if that one stays, I just might try one more.  I can do it, just one more.

Now it is past  full to the brim and  I may have hit the tipping point.  The point of no return.  I  know I have reached it when I first notice that the tire is starting to look a little pudgy on the bottom.  But I think “Man, I don’t have time for this.   I can make it.”

Daily Oats Wheel Barrel

Come on now, you have done this a time or two.  You know what comes next.  You  reach for the wooden handles, tighten your muscles, grit your teeth,  put that look of “I think I  can” on your face  and with all  your might you start to raise it up.

Now you think you almost have it completely  balanced in your hands  so  you lean into it and amazingly it starts to move.  But the wheelbarrow has another idea. YES, you are so correct,

IT TIPS OVER!

And everyone knows, once that wheelbarrow starts to tip, it  going OVER!  The crap spills everywhere and  now you get to clean up the entire mess all over again.

Does this seem a little like your life at the moment?

Is your emotional wheelbarrow so full of crap that every time you think you have enough  strength left in you to reach down, grab the handles of your life one more time, and the moment you lean into it, you find yourself cleaning up even more crap then you started with?

Well, here is my question for the day.

What are you loading in your wheelbarrow?

Is it just a load of all the shit that life has been handing you or have you been finding things in your life that you enjoy to add in the mix to lighten the  load?

If everything in your life’s wheelbarrow is full of negative emotions, fear, anger, rage even, pain, hurt and even dispear then empty it out and put some of the good stuff in.   Find your joy. Try to remember  your  “Life’s Bliss”.  Try remembering just who you are inside and allow some of you to resurface.

Life is not meant to have an entire wheelbarrow full of shit all the time.  It is meant to Have, Be and DO all the good stuff, to live the good life.    Now don’t cheat, the good stuff, can not come from someone else’s stall either, it has to come from your own. No one knows you well enough to ever make you happy.  That can only come from you.

Some of mine are

  • Reading a good book on a rainy afternoon when I should be working
  • Sipping hot tea with just a touch of  honey and lemon, by myself in  complete silence looking out the window and watching the birds all the rest of the wildlife that shows up.  I love the surprise.
  • Sitting in a clean barn on a fresh bale of hay, enjoying the sounds and smell that fill the air.
  • Listening for the  sweetness of a morning nicker.
  • I love the feel of a cool morning breeze on my face, especially on the end of my nose.
  • I watch for puffs of warm air come from a horse’s nostrils on a cold morning.
  • Reading loving comments  from friends of Daily Oats.

Simple, but as I got older, I learned it is so often the total enjoyment of the simple, daily things in my life, that leave me so full of love and joy that I never hit the tipping point in my life anymore.  And trust me, or ask my family, I used to be tipping my emotional wheel barrel what seemed like an hourly affair.

I filled  it with every negative thought possible.  I was just a  negative person.  I could easy fill that wheelbarrow up so high, and then think I could more it to a better place.  That just never happens.  I  was  cleaning up more manure all day long than I every thought possible.  Sometimes, if I could not move that darn wheelbarrow my myself, with my own pity party, I would ask someone else to help me.  Now there is two of us cleaning up MY shit.   Isn’t that nice to do to a friend or family member?

My point is this: if you don’t want to continue dealing with a lot of crap in your life, find all the little things you used to enjoy and start doing them again.  Fill your wheelbarrow with the good stuff, and you will see your life change.  If you do not like where you are at, you have to make a move, so move to the good stuff.

Find the joy.

If nothing else, remember how great it feels when you first hear the morning whinny  and don’t overload your wheelbarrow to the tipping point.

Ready to change your life and “Live “ the Whinny!

Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.

Let it all go and just be the WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!

Daily Oats: Food for the Horse lover’s soul

Love Roberta

Roberta Edstrom
CEO
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Tell your story on Knot-a-Tail’s My gift: a rescue horse .

By telling your story, you will help another horse.
For every story that is posted to the Rescued page, Knot-a-Tail donates a dollar to the local Horse rescue to help save the life of another horse.    Your story can help save a life.

Your horse changed your life, and you can help change the life of another, together united by the love of a horse.  Send your story to roberta@knotatail.com

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Ground rules

THREE  SIMPLE RULES:

If you don’t go after what you want, you will never
have it.

If you don’t ask, the answer will always be no.

If you don’t step forward, you will always be in the same place.

PS: don’t live you life being ground-tied to all your old beliefs.  There is a perfect life waiting just for you.

Saddle-up all you horse lovers.  It’s  time to ride!

John Wayne: saddle-up
Whinny’s Roberta

It is your GRIT for your own life and your own dreams that will make it just livin’ or living beyond your wildest dreams.

From the Duke himself:

Courage is being scared to death but saddling up anyway.

Published in: on June 16, 2010 at 6:06 pm  Comments (2)  
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