I've never really thought of myself as a collector. Things like beanie babies, Hummels, or White House Easter eggs, make me snicker. But recently I've noticed quite a few owls cropping up in my presence. I'll admit it: I love them. I can't help myself. Recently I played a game with my neice. She had to run around the house and find the owls. She found nine. Crazy owl lady. That's me.
Here's the thing, now that I'm a crazy owl lady, people buy me owls. ALL THE TIME. Isn't that nice? Here are a few owls hanging around my kitchen. The first one is a butter dish (above); it's from West Elm and it's on the way. It goes perfectly with my mid mod place mats and teak serving ware.
I bought this lunchies bag for a young friend of mine. I liked it so much, I had to buy one for myself too. My co-workers will think it's a hoot!
There comes a time when every person with an addiction must overcome their problems. I think it's time to put an end to buying more owls. The only problem is that they are everywhere now. Oh dear, how do I make it stop?
Seen any cute owls around? Have an owl addiction too? Maybe we can start a support group.