Pride and Joy

I did that horse in eight grade.
I like that horse.
A lot.
I don't understand how I did it.
How I could draw such a horse.
But I did.
And I'm glad.
It's not my best.
It is made out of glue and yarn.
Very elementary, my dear Watson.
Still, I think the outcome is beyond elementary.
Let me describe how the process of construction went:
I cut a picture of the horse out of the magazine.
I drew the outline of the horse on the paper.
I took a bottle of glue and yarn.
I had to hide the yarn because the other kids might need that color and then it would run out.
It HAD to be the same color AND texture.
You see, there was cheap and not so cheap yarn.
I used the better kind.
It took me around two months to finish it.
I had to make sure that there were barely any spaces between the string of yarns.
It had to look impeccable.
And it did.
Yup, I tooted my own horn.
Patted my own back.
I thought it was beautiful.
My teacher even asked me to sell it to her.
50 dollars was her price.
I did not accept.
It was my pride and joy.
Like Stevie Ray Vaughan's "sweet little thang".
I still love that horse.
Like I did the day I glued the last piece of yarn.
The background isn't that great.
But the horse.
The horse is a thoroughbred.
No doubt.
My pride and joy.