About A Mule
My sister called me 'mule heart' on our trip around and about Europe many moons ago. Shockingly, within 4 months of that trip I met my future husband and he nicknamed me 'butt mule'. I was not amused with either of them but was curious about the completely organic way I inspired each of them to call me an ass. Fast forward 4 years and I found myself ready to take my wares online, so I ask dear husband, what he thought a good name for a store would be and his very confident bellowing response was "THE TRUSTY MULE".
I laughed and cried a little, and then I got mad. It was impossible to escape this assriffic title and for the life of me I just couldn't get the phrase out of my mind. The Trusty Mule..... The Trusty Mule.... it called to me like a whisper through a fog on a pier with a light house slowly penetrating the night with it's laser beam of light. It was perfect, damn it. The universe must be telling me to except this hybrid horse mutation moniker. Nay, she is telling me to relish in it. For I am
THE TRUSTY MULE OF BURNT RIVER
aka
little ole moi
Trusty ole mule. lol. Bringing you wares from around the way like she was BORN a pack mule.
Thanks for reading and poking around the store. Please contact me if you have any questions on any of my merch, which has been lovingly picked in and around gorgeous southern Ontario.