Our local Sally Ann sometimes has the coolest (and wierdest) stuff. And it’s open late – 9 pm during the week. It works out well for my schedule. Clearly.
There has been a bit of an owl craze happening online for the last couple of years. Mostly those owls are all cute and drawn with big, friendly eyes. But not these guys. They’re a bit spooky. Perfect for Halloween – which means all year round at our house. I put them up high on the shelf in the kitchen so they can look down on us, like they would in the forest, except they would be in trees, and not surrounded by a Jack-o-lantern, a glass boot cup and a pink rhinoceros cookie jar.
I’ve heard an owl in the house can be a bad omen. And I have to admit, I do get superstitious. But, I think we’ll be okay because (this is going to sound crazy, but I’m going to tell you anyway.) I had a dream a couple of months ago about about an owl…that turned into a girl (with long, blonde hair)…then transformed back into an owl and sat on our chest of drawers in our bedroom. I wasn’t afraid of the owl (even that that was pretty weird), I just had a peaceful feeling.
In the morning, I looked it up, and, of course, it said the owl in your dreams is an omen of death (I think I knew that?). Oh dear. But that nice, warm feeling I had? It didn’t leave me.
Strangely enough, that day, we did get some very bad news at the office about someone we used to work with. EERIE. Coincidence? I don’t know how that all works.
Creepy? Yes. Dark? Yes.
This is why I had to have them.
In other news, I did my quilt homework (my buddy, Ruwani, called it that the other day. Ha!) and now all I have to do is sew the binding down! I’m taking the kitty table runner on the train tomorrow to see on my way to and from work.