I put them in Sunday before church and by the time I had driven the 3.67 minutes it takes to get there, I was like the Cowardly Lion. Just throwing it out there, but it could of been my sister's comment about me fitting in more at the earlier service (read: the one with mostly old people people). And then I remembered how the sales lady told me it looked like something you wear to a funeral. All this going through my mind in 3.67 minutes. And in those minutes, we had time to snap a picture. And then I took them out. Just like that, my courage had failed me.Fast forward to last night. My mom, sister, and me went to see Legally Blonde at the Civic Center. It was such a cool show, really funny, and we had amazing seats. I've seen a couple shows before, and it was by far my favorite. As I was getting ready, I remembered those feathers, but this time I was brave. I wore them with pride. And I was happy.
(Sadly, the best picture of the night doesn't exhibit the feathers... trust me, they were there.)