Following the yellow theme and as a direct result of Scarletti's comment on my last post...
My own piece of seventies kitsch! This horse was given to me by my uncle when I was small. He was in the army and was stationed in Malta at that time so I'm fairly sure that's where the horse came from. It's looking a bit battered these days. Once upon a time he had a mane and tail but, aged about three, I did a little hairdressing. Oh dear.. However my daughter thinks the horse is wonderful and is hugging him as I type.