Indians of a feather

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.  

Thanks to Mint for the discovery of Arian Behzadi