Around my 21st birthday, my dad told me why he always called me Pocahontas and Sacajawea. I thought it was to tease me or maybe because of my often braided hair. Turns out I'm an 1/8th Cherokee. Which explains my desire to have this little indian's headdress for my own.
Last weekend, I was also pleasantly surprised to discover that Salt Lake City has it's own full size Native American Trading Post. I bought some traditional rawhide sinew. Seemed like the right thing to do.