As it turns out, he was the gateway owl. Now I am in full-blown addiction, and there is no shortage of enablers on the internet. Like Forever 21, from whom I bought this owl-appliqued summer tunic:
I love his button eyes. He’s a hippy owl, but an owl motif can be mod too, like on this tote from fredflare.com
or even disco luxe, like this crystal-eyed fellow from ModCloth.com, who doubles as a magnifying glass (all owls to me are male; I have no idea why).
It seems that all owls eventually come home to roost on Etsy where a recent search lead to my buying this wonderful print for my wall:
Owls were big in the seventies. Perhaps it was then that they imprinted on my impressionable young mind. This was a thrift store find from a girlfriend, and his perch is in my bathroom:
You can find many of his genus on ebay. 5,594 at the moment, in fact. Go on, try one. You’ll love it.
Me? I can quit anytime.