It all started here...
Many of you who have been reading The Homeless Finch know that I have a thing for thrifting little owls and giving them the one, two White Satin three treatment. Above is an image taken of my first makeover back in April of last year when my friend, Woodsy got his makeover and started his journey flitting and flying and nesting in various vignettes throughout my home during the year.
My owl collections are scattered, not clustered together. I prefer to have them on lookout throughout my home keeping watch over what's happening and spread health and happiness when and wherever they roost.
|A seasonal Wise Guy.|
This little guy above sits on my nightstand in my Master Bedroom. He is one of the few that never moves around the house. I like him here watching out at night while I sleep. Hope he doesn't mind the snoring.
If you were looking closely, and I believe Cassie of Primitive and Proper noticed, one of my little guys made an appearance during my 25 Days of Christmas and Holiday Series in the staging area around my Metallic Ornament Wreath. Take a look...
Below is my Woodsy. Yes, he is my favorite and I don't make any excuses for it. After moving all around my house in 2011,
I am sure you were getting tired of seeing him he found a final place to perch here inside a my kitchen cabinet that I converted into an open shelf.
So why all the hoopla today over my thrifted owl collection? Well, you got it. I have an addition. But not just any ole addition. This one is special. Why? Well,
let me bore you with a story I'll tell ya because I know that you really want to know. Here is my "new" addition...
This little feathered friend is my latest makeover, but he is my oldest owl. Perhaps, he might just be the source of my fascination with these little stoic creatures. You see, I painted him when I was 10 years old one summer at our family cabin in North Carolina.
My parents would take us to this cabin every summer to
trap us and torture us with boredom (That one was for my sister.) to give us the summer to run free and have fun in the cool air of the Blue Ridge Mountains. We would all come up with projects to amuse ourselves. We did all kinds of stuff, like paint by numbers, decoupage, wood working, ceramics and crafting. I made birdhouses out of scrap wood and my father would hang them around the property. I think this was probably the training ground that ultimately led me to where I stand now with The Homeless Finch Studio. I always have my hands in something.
This past Fall, I found him in a box of old yearbooks and stood back in amazement and excitement. I had finally found this little guy! Yeah! So why didn't I get my Valspar White Satin Spray Paint out and go to town? Why did I not shout this from the top of my blog? It's simple. This guy was special. He wasn't something cast off at a yard sale or thrift store. He was my childhood memory and the idea of giving him the same treatment felt wrong. So I waited for the inspiration.
This past week... Eureka! I came up with a plan. He is perched outside my studio right now about halfway through the makeover and I cannot wait to show you the results. I am allowing my Muse to takeover on this project and it feels awesome. I will be back tomorrow with the reveal. So check back in.
I do have one final question. Should I name him? If I do name him, what do you think it should be? Can't wait to hear your ideas. I'm outta here...I got a makeover to complete.