I'm not sure when my fascination with owls began. I remember my Mom and Grandma making oil paintings that had owls on them. The detail was spot on. They would paint on pieces of wood and the end result was gorgeous. I also love the fact that these creatures are nocturnal and can turn their heads up to 270 degrees around. Phenomenal. Maybe that's when it started.
Fast forward to now. I have a few owl items dispersed throughout the house. There is kind of an artsy one made of metal, wire and stones. It's up high on a book shelf and surveys all of the happenings in the kitchen/dining room. I have a picture of an owl in our bedroom. I love the colors in this picture. It matches our mossy greens, reds and blues. Perfectly.There are a few other owls in the house, but not many.
Then the catalog came. Pottery Barn. My favorite. I found an owl in the catalog that is ceramic. The price was more than I was willing to spend. Trying to be patient, I waited. And I waited some more. Then I just happened to be at the mall. The home of Pottery Barn. I walked into the store and there it was. My owl. It was still regular price, so I pulled myself away. Just then a sales clerk walked up to me. Let me check on the price was what she said. No discount.
The sales clerk then got very close to me and whispered, are you my friend? Without hesitation I answered yes. I'll be right back she said. Within seconds she was back with a 40 percent off coupon. For friends and family. She said, I'm Sharon by the way. I'm Ann, I said.
At the checkout she greeted me by name. Hi Ann, did you find what you were looking for? Indeed I did, Sharon. I handed over my 40 percent off card and smiled. This owl was coming home with me.
This owl now sits in the middle of the dining room table. It was made for this spot. I really enjoy this ceramic owl. I enjoy the journey I took in buying the owl more. I met someone who has a great sense of humor and is spontaneous just like me. Life can be a hoot. I know that you get that.