I am so Posh

Today I was told that Butterflies and Owls are trendy.  My friend Christie told me so and I believe her.  She's the type to know these things.

What she doesn't know but is about to learn is that a few weeks ago as I was browsing the local Goodwill I stumbled across several treasures.  I was thrilled to find some cups and saucers in my discontinued Pfaltzgraff pattern (Acadia, just in case you were wondering.)  I also found a yellow leather handbag that had my name written all over it.

And I found this:

I brought it home with the intention of using the frame and discarding the owl.  I mean, really, who needs another Crabby Yarn Owl in their house?  This feathered friend is so cross.  He spent a few days leaning against a wall, and then he was eventually dubbed "Scott" due to his perpetual scowl.  (I have a brother Scott who is quite fond of his own perpetual scowl.  He finds smiling to be terribly overrated.)  What can I say?  The Owl and his Scowl grew on me.  Now he hangs in our dining room daring us not to finish our veggies.

Owls?  Check.

What about the butterflies?  Funny you should ask.  Behold, my mother's day gift:

Sent by my own mother to celebrate my motherhood.  It is cut crystal and is very dainty and feminine.  Not a bit dour.  Quite cheerful, in fact.  Also, apparently, trendy.  No surprise, really, because my mother has said, and I quote:  "I embrace all trends."  She has a flair for the fashionable.

Butterflies?  Check.

Now I just need to get a pair of pegged pants, I mean Skinny Jeans and a pair of jelly shoes, I mean gladiator sandals and you can start calling me Victoria Beckham.