OMG so my senior year of college one of my roommates was totally obsessed with Native Americans. In a hilarious, weird, but very sincere way. It started because she was very vocal in her enthusiasm for moccasins, as well as art, and then "I LOVE NATIVE AMERICANS!" became a "thing" for her in general. Well, it seems to have rubbed off on me, or I seem to have always shared that view point (looking back, my mom did force feed a love for Native American culture from the get go, with trips to ruins and reservations when we were kids, lots of turquoise jewelry, Kokipelli designs on EVERYTHING--seriously, everything) because since I have moved to LA and am in much closer proximity to the desert and maybe some actual historic sites where these Native Americans once lived, I've become a little obsessed. Sure, it is somewhat in jest, or exaggerated, but what can you expect? And I do kind of LOVE it!
Anyway, when we were in Pahrump, NV we met this crazy dude named Kenny Clearwater who had dream catchers hanging from the rear view mirror of his car and was very entertaining, and I also became slightly obsessed with talking to this women who lived in Shoshone, which is essentially Death Valley, and was rocking an outfit identical to one my mom had (read: crazy beaded belt with turquoise, some sort of turquoise-like stone earrings, you know).
WELL TODAY I found these in my desk when I was doing some house cleaning:
SO AWESOME. WHO WOULDN'T WANT DREAM CATCHER EARRINGS!!!!?!!!
And then, in a co-worker's office, I found this:
While it looks like a dead bird of some sort, it is in fact a HAIR BARRETTE. You know, because hippie-AmerIndian fashions are TOTES HOT RIGHT NOW.
DREAM CATCHER EARRINGS! AND A BARRETTE OF FEATHERS! And then I thought OMG MAYBE I WILL BE A NATIVE AMERICAN FOR HALLOWEEN, I DO ALREADY HAVE MOCCASINS AND A GENERAL APPRECIATION FOR THE CULTURE.