I didn't mean to succumb to the owl craze that is sweeping
decor, household goods, and clothing...
but when I saw this cookie jar winking down at me from a high shelf
in the thrift store, I knew I had to take him home with me!
Besides... if I didn't, someone else would have.
I hadn't met a winking owl yet, and the mellow blue and white of his
porcelain plumage was gentle on my eyes - unlike some of the brown
and orange versions of this nocturnal fowl I've come across.
Originally I thought I'd snag my five dollar sweetie for the first
person I could think of who collected such things,
and then he landed on my mantle.
I doubt if Mr. Owl is going to stay perched over the fire place,
but he and I are growing fonder of each other every day.
What can you do about the charms of a critter who winks at you
every time you glance his way?
Maybe a home in the kitchen.
By the coffee and tea?
Maybe on a bedroom shelf...
I think he may be here to stay.
I can't help it!
3 years ago