I started saving Moe-hair (“mohair” Ha ha!) from Mopey’s tail for to make a horsehair bracelet. I think I’m going to go with Twisted Tails for the production because I like the pictures of the delicate bracelets, the price, the instructions on how to get hair and what to do with it, and the responsiveness to e-mail. I think I have enough and so now just need to get it packaged and shipped off.
Looking at if after I collected it was a bit alarming. It’s weird to find yourself with a handful of hair, weird to wash it, weird to put it aside and let it dry. I sort of forgot about it and kept getting small shocks when I caught sight of the long, wild strands of mostly black tail hair drying on a towel. I stashed the towel on top of some books on the bookshelves at just-above-eye-level. “Good God!” I thought, “How did that get in here and what the heck is it anyway? Oh. Wait. I know what it is. And I brought it into the house. *Whew!*.”
I scared myself with the tail end of some beets the other day too. While slicing, one of the ratty things wound up on the floor and when I saw it out of the corner of my eye a few hours later, I thought it was some kind of horrible dead mutant lizard. All this human-spooking gives me an added level of appreciation for why horses spook.