We spent a short day and a half in Cincinnati over the holiday weekend, making the rounds cuddling our best friends’ babies, lounging poolside and brunching with family. As we usually do, we made a point to hit the Kellogg flea on Saturday morning (always a favorite, seen here). The charm in the un-curated collection of booths (a stark contrast to our hometown Randolph Flea Market, another goody) and never know what you’re gonna find mentality gets our junk-searching hearts revved.
In one hour, we spent $7 and left with 7 items. In addition to three pairs of earrings ($2), a vintage smoking pipe ($3) and a spotless copy of Rumours for our vinyl collection ($1), we came home with two owls ($1).
We’re not even owl-y people. We’ve never owned any owl knick knacks, and the closest we’ve come to welcoming one in our home was a butter dish from West Elm (that we passed on; although cute, it just felt wrong buying a fake vintage dish at full price). So when I stumbled across the table of a former owl-hoarder during our flea run, I reminded myself that I have no special attachments to owls, and I must move on. But when she told me I could pick two for a buck, I suddenly needed them.
The white ceramic guy found a home on a studio shelf, as-is. The taller, much heavier silver owl – we’ve no idea what it’s made of, but it’s a good 5 pounds – was in much need of a makeover. Enter 2 coats of Liquid Leaf, my new favorite (as seen here on my puppy bust!).
As for names, how about Hootie? Or, er, is that too obvious? In any case, we welcome warmer weather and flea season with open arms and equally open wallets. You don’t know what you need until you’ve found it. Case in point.