WHOOOOO You Lookin' At?

Once upon a time, back in the 70s
when I was just a wee babe (stop laughing,
it's rude), I collected owls.

I embroidered them, was gifted with them, wore them as jewelry,

macrame'd them (don't be judgin'), grew pothos out of their terracotta heads, and 

drank my coffee from mugs emblazoned with their images.

Okay, I still drink my coffee from one of those mugs.

But eventually I gave most of my owls away.

Turns out that when I wasn't looking, the owls staged a comeback.

Hello.  I'm back, and I'm jonesing for a nice plump mouse.  Or a Big Mac.

If you search Amazon for owls in home decor, you will get an amazing listing of the critters,

and also a listing for a box of Raspberry gelatin; I have no explanation for the gelatin,

but the owls?  They are back in style.  Were they ever out?

Last summer, Carol of Serendipity blog gifted me with this charming guy:

He is living in our beach house, keeping watch over the master bedroom.
He makes me smile when I see him!

This old owl seems to be giving us the cold shoulder.  Eh, be that way.

Anyway, the first table lamp I ever bought for myself, at the Bloomingdale's Furniture Outlet Store

on Long Island in 1975, was a white ceramic owl with a mottled gold & brown hard drum shade.

I still have it - with a different shade - but the lamp is on hiatus waiting to be rewired.

When it returns to the family fold, my 37-year-old owl lamp will find it has a new friend.

Whoooo is also old enough to be vintage.

This big hefty owl lamp was in my cousin Janet's apartment in Philadelphia.

He, too, is destined for rewiring, and a new shade, and then he'll take his place in the study,

among the books and the dark cozy corners.  Where owls belong.

He's quite the dude, don't you think?

And that's it for this Wednesday.

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Anne and I are loading an old wing chair into the red minivan,

and heading off to Pennsylvania to see about getting it reupholstered.

This is the acid test for mildew sensitivity ---

being cooped up in the car with this particular dampness challenged chair.

There is not enough Febreze in the world . . . .

Wish us luck!

Now excuse me while I go and  catch  eat my lunch. -- Cass