This painting is bringing back all kinds of memories. I used to love to hang out in the tack shed. I loved the smell of leather and dry horse sweat that clung to the saddle blankets. I can still smell it. If I thought I wouldn't get caught I'd sit on the saddles that were resting on the saddle horses. Running my hands along the long leather reins I would imagine myself the cowgirl heroine in a herd of stampeding cattle. Oh the places I would go in that tack shed...