i was showing shawn a gift from karen, my mother's best friend - a lovely gift actually. it was incredibly thoughtful and cool. it came in the midst of a few not so nice days so i was touched.. he looked at it and said, "its happening. you must put a stop to it now..." "but its just an owl," i said.
and then i knew what "it" was and that he was absolutely correct. you see, my mom has an owl collection. please note that i did not say she collects owls. no, no, she got one because she thought it was cute. and another. and then people were like, "oooooh, diane collects owls. now we know what to give her for THE. REST. OF. HER. LIFE." i don't think i underestimate when i say she has hundreds.
i have some owls.
i bought them because they were cute and they reminded me of my mom. or they just appeared like this one.
i have made art with owls. i occasionally use a notepad with owls on it. i have even rocked the owl earrings from time to time.
but i do NOT collect owls. i say this mere moments before my birthday, where i could receive owls from people who had purchased them before this post. i will accept them graciously. i will probably even love them. you see, it is not the owl, it is the collection. and since shawn and i have been trying to declutter our lives, the idea of collections seems counterintuitive. even if they are so damn cute.