My first "real" blog...how exciting! And by putting real in quotations, it just means that in my mind, my old MySpace ones simply don't count. So I've decided to try this out and just type and send out my thoughts to whoever may want to waste some time and read this. The anonymity of being able to just post my thoughts and let complete strangers from near and far possibly read it is quite refreshing.
So what should I write about in this first entry? Hmmm, well, I am always quite interested in seeing the different names of everyone's blogs. I tried several different things but everything was taken. But aha! 'Feathers in My Hair' was not! So why did that pop into my head of all things? No, I'm not trying to make any type of Pocahontas reference, nor did I get into a pillow fight or tickle a bird to death. I'm not sure, but it made me smile at the moment and here's why:
A friend of mine recently got married and had a beautiful church ceremony. I'm sitting in the pews quietly when I suddenly notice a huge division in my line of sight. Half of the church had women with these wildly wonderful feather things in their hair, and the other half didn't. My friend is from England so all of her female family members had these in their hair because apparently it is an English tradition to wear these to weddings. Oooh, I was so jealous. If only I could pull off such a unique and beautiful look. Granted, I was sitting there with my American version of a little tiny black feather in my hair, which only blended in with my already black hair. There I was...dreaming about having some crazy white feathers poking up all over my head when I asked what they were called. The answer: fascinators! Fascinators! Even better that such a fascinating thing (at least to me) be called just that. Again, this made me smile :)
Another reason I love feathers is simply because I love birds. Pets in all shapes, forms, species, breeds, and colors have lived with me in my life, but I have always had a very special bond with birds. They are incredibly smart and lovable - which I think most people do not realize. I have a beautiful little kiwi fruit sized parrotlet, appropriated named Kiwi for her bright green color. Then I have a cockateil who, well, is not friendly at all - and she's freakin' 18 years old or something. Oh well, I still love her even if she only relies on me to give her food.
And lately, I have been thinking of getting a tattoo. I keep going back and forth with what I would want to get. Honestly, I am not sure that I would ever get a tattoo. It's just kind of an idea at this point, one that will probably never happen. But if I did, I would want a tiny feather. Feathers help birds fly (not all birds can fly though, I know) but the idea of flight always symbolized freedom, peace, and just pure joy to me. So if it were up to me, it'd be feathers, feathers everywhere! But alas, the feathers will just have to settle for some space...in my hair.
