There's something that you don't know about me. Most people don't, actually; I went though a decade-long phase of being totally embarrassed by it. Then, once I got over that, it became hip and there's almost nothing worse than being one of those "oh, I liked it before it was cool" people and so I pretended to have no affinity for it whatsoever.
Over Thanksgiving, though, my cover was blown when my sister broke my secret to Jon. Here goes...
I collected owls as a child.
Sarah complained good-naturedly that it was a lot easier buying me presents when I still collected owls - in fact, she admitted that to this day her first thought on seeing something owl-related is to get it for me. I laughed it off, but then Jon surprised me with the sweetest Christmas gift, one that made me feel like he was really part of the family: a beautiful brass owl hook from Anthropologie.
Since I installed the hook in the kitchen, I've been overcome with waves of nostalgia for my owls. I might not seek out more, but I've brought two of the bigger ones that I was given as a child to my apartment and, last time I was at my parents' house, I took pictures of some of my favorites from my collection to share with you.
I don't remember exactly which is from whom - although I suspect that my grandparents were the most generous owl givers - or when I got them, but I think that they're all going to end up making their way to my apartment one day. After all, we're on the other side of owls being hip so it's okay, right? And anyway, there's nothing wrong with keeping habits (or collections) formed in childhood.