I’m fairly certain that I’m closing in on new territory. Seriously, at what point does the cross over from ‘a girl who likes owls’ to ‘a crazy owl hoarder’ happen? It seems eerily close I even told myself earlier this month “Hey, self. Enough owls. Cut the crap. It’s getting weird.” Buuuut… then I spotted this cute lil’ guy at a local thrift store, for FOUR dollahs! Do the double check over your shoulders, toss him in the cart.
I went into the store with intensions of finding a filler for this space, in Zoey’s room. It’s a tiny, empty whole that just seemed a bit off, and I’ve been on the hunt for something, ever since we first posted about the art wall here.
I have him a few coats of glossy white spray paint and now we’re bffs. Just kidding. But he’s cute.
And the space looks a little more ‘finished’.
Bonus – Zoey loooves him.
And because I can’t keep it locked inside anymore – Lil’ Owl had a twin at the store. And I bought them both. Eek!
I feel so much better