Expertly skinned but with crazy mane and tail intact, Rosie is the sort of horse that promotes awe and horror in equal measure. It's surprising that objects like this get to the point of production, I always think. Why would someone design it? Then sign it off? Then put in an order for a large batch? I have definitely adapted my aesthetic sensibilities since having Kit, developing a real love of bright plastics, especially if they have a flashing light component. Although I am a bit selective with the donations we receive from Dicky's large family, there's no point enforcing a good taste policy if it bores the socks off your child. Rosie doesn't belong to us, but she lives on in our hearts through this image.