When I was a kid growing up on the Oregon Coast you could find worry stones in any number of little gift and trinket shops up and down the coast highway. They usually sat in little bowls by the register because they were small. I think they were $1 a piece. I don’t know who made them but they always dazzled me. I have always loved little precious and unique things you could squirrel away into a box. The ones when I was a kid were sculpted as little, wrinkled, old man faces. There was a flat indent on the side of each face, for resting your thumb, and each had a hole in it just in case you wanted to wear it. I had one (honestly, it’s probably floating around in the bottom of a box somehwere) and I loved to study the little face that was deftly and expertly crafted.
Anyhow… when I was trying to come up with things to make last summer for a big holiday festival I had signed up for, I remembered them. The little Barn Owl worry stones were born. A nod to my childhood and moving the concept forward.