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.
This print is hanging above my dinner table. Matte Stephens is one of my favorite artists. Check out his etsy store.
My soon to be sister-in-law brought this cast iron spoon holder over as a surprise. Number one sign I'm a crazy owl lady? I already had one. Now I have two! The more owls the better.
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.
