It all started so small. An owl figurine here… an owl figurine there. Next thing I knew… there were over 30 owls in the house.
Let me start at the beginning. My name is Emily, and I have a problem. I am addicted to owls.
To be honest, I believe my mother started my addiction. When I was younger, she gifted me with the above set of owl figurines – they were her mother’s originally. I loved them, and grew to love the elegant bird who could spot a mouse running through a field in the night.
Somehow I have amassed a meaningful collection. I can tell you when they were acquired, and who gave them to me. They’re literally all over the house.
They occupy my nightstand:
You never know when an owl may be the nightlight in the guest bathroom
They help us drink wine: and have delicious cookies: When I was in college, I joined Chi Omega, a sorority whose mascot happened to be (you guessed it!) an owl! So I feel justified in my collection for several reasons.
The best thing about my collection is that a lot of my owls were gifts. My friends have brought me owl from Albania, France, London, Paris, Germany, and all over the US. Every time someone gives me a new owl I get excited because it means my friends see something and it reminds them of me.
What have you found yourself collecting? How’d you get into it?