Fashion is a weird thing for me. I guess we can say it’s a love-hate relationship. (Or “relaysh” as I’d call it if I were writing for E! Online. Like what you see here, E? Call me!) I have always stayed true to my personal style regardless of what is going on in the fashion world. These days it’s a good mix of bohemian/60s-70s with a Southwestern flair – we’re talking lots of turquoise, pendants featuring big medallions or crystals, earth tones, denim, horse prints (yep), leather, Frye boots, etc. I just wear what I like, Vogue and office dress code be damned. But look around you now and you’ll see a ton of girls attempting this look. Yes, my problem is that I seem to set the trend BEFORE the trend has been set! Which is admittedly a pretty badass problem to have. But once everyone else starts rocking my swagger, I get annoyed. Case in point, cut-off jeans, I don’t care what anyone says, I was one of the first to accept them into my everyday adult wardrobe (except maybe my girl Nina, but she is a former *~model~* so of course she is on the cutting edge, always). I realize this is a very grandiose and self-important statement, but so be it: cut-offs are MINE. Now they’re everywhere! And yes I did sport them at Coachella, I made a fresh pair out of my favorite old Citizens! Read that Refinery29 article, my life is basically one big “festival wear” fashion statement and that’s the way I like it.
Anyway, long and rambling introduction aside: FEATHERS! I totally jumped on that train before the rest of the world did this spring. I was wearing feather earrings last winter. And when I went to New Orleans for Mardi Gras this March, I ever-so-wisely spent $60 to get feather extensions. A tasteful one in beige, then two even more tasteful extensions in neon pink and turquoise-black pattern. Hey, it sounded like a great idea when I was shopping in the Quarter after pounding guava tiki drinks for “breakfast.” Putting back into the local economy! You’re welcome, Louisiana!
See? Glamourous, beautiful, yet subtle. Well, kind of subtle. Pay no attention to the tri-marg I am drinking.
The feathers were a HIT. I felt phenomenal in them. See the example to your right. Man, I rocked those feathers all over America and Mexico. Well, okay, I don’t know if they were exactly a hit back at my job, but no one told me to take them out. I just received comments like “what’s pink in your hair?” and “do you have something stuck in your hair?” or my personal favorite: “are those feathers in your hair? What, did you go to a county fair this weekend or something?” which was funny but I resented it; I am NOT the kind of person who regularly patronizes fairs. However, when you want to talk about amusement parks, my door is open.
Naysayers, let me tell you something about feather extensions: they easily crimp right in with a metal fastener, you can wash/brush/comb/curl/braid them JUST LIKE IF THEY WERE YOUR REAL HAIR, you can take them out whenever you like with some jewelry pliers*, and you can even put them back in if the mood strikes in the future! Honestly, you cannot lose with this kaleidoscopic accessory. Plus you’ll feel like a beautiful tropical bird, and everyone knows that is the best feeling in the world.
It’s a well-established fact that I am mildly obsessed with Scandinavian culture. Moods of Norway even won over my companions, who previously had been getting a little impatient with my wild-eyed window shopping. It was decorated like a cheesy lodge (made me happy!), had a huge golden tractor you were allowed to “ride” (made Grace happy!) and it was freaking “waffle Saturday” aka FREE WAFFLES FOR ALL (made KJ kind of scarily happy!). Those crafty Norwegians, they made it all too easy to justify spending $120 on a fur-lined jacket (see image). When I told the shopgirl I was going back to Seattle and needed something that would keep me warm all throughout our miserable, disgusting winter months, she claimed my jacket would be “warmer than a 
