I think someone is messing with my head, I keep finding this owl in different places, now he is nesting in the box above the toilet. He was supposed to be a clever way to store Q-tips, I think, in my younger days I would use him for Tootsie Pops, but I can’t have those any more. He stares at me, and silently mocks my personal hygiene rituals.
I just “pinned” this crazy green alarm clock from Collector’s Weekly… So much funky stuff out there, no wonder people hoard. I noticed there is a Purple Store up on Highway 99 AKA Aurora in North Seattle. They just sell purple stuff. I kid you not. If it had been an Orange Store or a Lime Green Store, I might have stopped in.
It makes one wonder how many people collect items of a certain color. What childhood trauma would cause this?