It’s amazing what happens when you start watching birds; suddenly, they’re everywhere – and I mean EVERYWHERE!
Aside from being captivated by birds outdoors, I can’t seem to resist scanning for them while driving (yikes!), during my workday (occupational hazard! I suppose I should give myself a free pass on this one), while cooking, mid workout (true story)… Oh, and practically every other opportune and likely inappropriate instance you can imagine.
And just when I think birds cannot possibly infiltrate any additional facet of my life, I am proven wrong. In just one evening, I spotted cardinals in a Lowes’ commercial, listened to the song Blackbird on Spotify, enjoyed the sight of Canada Geese on The Bachelorette, smirked at the raptor in a preview for Sacha Baron Cohen’s latest movie, The Dictator, and saw at least four Facebook bird postings from as-of-yet-non-birder friends of mine.
I have to pause this rant to share with you something that occurred exactly 12 seconds ago, which drives home my point beautifully:
I am sitting in the Juror’s holding room (or what I like to refer to as the juror dungeon), trying to occupy my time with something useful (yes, blogging, as far as I’m concerned fits snugly into this category. Michelle might disagree seeing as how she’s at the office holding down the fort, and I’m, well, not.) I glance down, deep in thought about all the ways in which birds rear their beaks in pop culture, when I realize the lady next to me has just put down her book, MockingJay, while she checks a text. I chuckle aloud and nervously pretend to laugh at some entertaining email as the room of thirty curiously looks my way.
You see, for me, birds just seem to show up everywhere. On TV, in the movies, in social media, in books, in art, in music… and in fashion. Yes, even in fashion! Back in the day, I could look at a classic Chanel Suit and be in awe of its flawless construction and timeless appeal. I could be dazzled by the sensational color palette of Stella McCartney’s Spring collection enlivening the runway.
Now, without fail, a stunning Houndstooth suit perfectly accessorized with a scarlet silk pocket square designed by Karl Lagerfeld himself conjures images of Downy Woodpeckers.
And a queue of models strutting down the runway clad in a pastel rainbow instantly prompts mental images of Lilac-breasted Rollers. It’s absurd. It’s hilarious. It’s the truth.
Once again, Michelle, the bird-loving fashionista, has worked her magic…