Although I am super poor right now as my search for a basement tenant continues, I was overjoyed to remember a Groupon I bought back in October for one of my favourite little trinket shops today. The experience was akin to finding money in a coat pocket months after you’ve last worn it.
If you don’t live in an area that has Groupon, I’ll explain how the deal I used today worked. Some time in October, before I was pinching pennies hard enough to stamp my thumb print into the Queen’s forehead, I bought a voucher worth $40 that cost only $20. When I went out Christmasish shopping today with my momma, we stopped into the great little store I love, and I essentially had $40 in free money to spend on something nice just for me.
Check out what I found:
A tiny brozesque owl covered in rhinestones. How awesome is he? I like shiny things. I really like shiny things. Owls are symbols of wisdom, and they come with built in hooter jokes. I bought totally unrelated earrings, too, but they aren’t incredible enough to make the blog.
In addition to being way too sweet, this little owl represents –oh crap.
So, I just Googled owl symbolism. Apparently, while owls are considered symbols of intelligence in contemporary western traditions, I learned these other facts from Wikipedia:
Arabic mythology depicts owls as negative omens.
In parts of Africa, owls are believed to bring bad luck, poor health, and death.
Many native North American traditions hold owls to be symbols of dark magic, death, and ruin.
Roman philosopher Pliny describes the owl “as a funereal bird, a monster of the night, the very abomination of human kind.”
Wow. “The very abomination of human kind.” And I thought I was a melodramatic writer. Well-played, Pliny.
Here I am, sitting on the couch with a cat purring halfway on my lap, and a rhinestone encrusted harbinger of doom hanging around my neck.
At least he’s cute.
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