Here is a set of my owls with hypnotic sequin eyes and magnets hidden inside. Bukowski, Blaze, and Bucky (short to tall) were first introduced in February. The sequin eyes are just as excellent as their original stitched eyes. And, since they are going to be hanging out on the fridge, I decided to give them some feet. My favorite is Blaze with the double sequin eyes, although Bucky, with his starburst sequin eyes, is a close second.

Everyone and their cousin makes crafty little owls. Usually that alone would make me shy away from making owls. I prefer to be unconventional. When I moved to San Francisco at 22, one of the first things I did was take out my nose ring. Everyone had them. I felt like I was conforming by having my nose pierced, so it had to go. But owls are just too cool and mysterious an animal to ignore. Are they evil? Are they wise? Are they watching over us? What the hell is up with the owls? I'm totally mesmerized by them.

There is an owl that lives in a tree by my workplace. Most days I hear it. Whooo whoooo. I've stood in the parking lot for minutes at a time listening. Whooo. I slowly turn my head and listen again. Is it in this tree, or that one? If anyone has seen me doing this, they must think I'm a retard. I can never tell where the whoooos are coming from and I can't seem to spot the owl. All I know is, if there is ever some global Armageddon where people and animals (and the plants, too, why not?) form armies and square off, I want to be on the owl's side.