I was a child of the '80's. You could call me one of those lucky gals who was blessed with a family of Cabbage Patch Kids - Golda, Dean, and Zelda just to name a few. But the best part of my collection was Shaz. He was my Cabbage Patch horse that came fully equipt with a saddle and bridle, ready for all to enjoy a ride about the house. My horse was white with light grey spots and I chose to name him Shaz after my own grey pony who I loved dearly. The stuffed Shaz sported cheerful facial expressions and braidable mane and tail, which is apparently every little girl's dream.
I am not ashamed to say I still have Shaz. The stuffed one that is. He is safely tucked away in a sealed tupperwear container in the basement, waiting to be pulled out and enjoyed once again. Having no children of my own, maybe someday when my niece is old enough, I will pass Shaz on to her where he can bring joy and smiles as they gallop around the house together.