As many of you know, I love all things owl. I'm not an avid owl collector, nor do I ever want to have my nest covered in birds, but a little dose of owl here and there never hurts. This morning, a cute little cookie jar arrived in my inbox via Anthropologie and I'm contemplating adding him to my Christmas list. I swear, their updates are going to get me in big trouble one day. Perhaps it is the nostalgia of my grandmother's owl cookie jar that was always filled to the brim (literally, the owl was actually wearing a hat which served as the top of the jar) with freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. I think she may have gotten rid of it when she moved. At the time, I was just a foolish teenager and never staked my claim on the jar. I wrote my name on just about everything else in the house, though. Apparently, I didn't have the foresight to know that my 25-year-old self would have had such a hoot over a 1970s cookie jar. Perhaps my loss will be an Anthropologie gain.