Apparently this owl is haunted.*
In hindsight, it must have sounded rather weird, to hear a toddler running up and down the thrift store, poking through the racks and asking, “Is this an owl? Is this an owl?”
She’d fondle the fabric on a skirt and look up at me hopefully, “Is this an owl, daddy?”
Then she’d move to the slacks and sport coats. “How about these, daddy? Are these all owls? They sure look like owls to me!”
A grandmotherly eavesdropper intervened at one point, saying “Well no, sweetie — that is a sun dress. Owls have … well, they’re owls!”
Then the woman gaped at me, as if to wonder what on earth I had put into my child’s head. Clearly, in her mind, a toddler should know the difference between a second-hand designer knock off and living creatures.
It seemed like too much work to explain it all.
As you can see in this “before” picture, Emmeline found the fabric for the latest owl in a navy blue, pin-striped sport coat. I wanted to make something that could serve as both a toy and an accent pillow, because, well, why not?
Leave a comment and I’ll randomly select the winner. Contest closes Wednesday night.
*I opened the shutter for five seconds while taking this picture and with about one second to go noticed a flash in the corner of my eye. Emme could not wait for a hug. I think it works, though.