I love peacock feathers. I really do. As a kid I used to chase around the peacocks at the zoo to try to catch one so I could pull out a feather (I never managed to, I must clarify, before anyone starts feeling sorry for the poor peacocks and calling PETA and whatnot). Now I am just attracted to any and all things peacock feather-printed. Which makes it really surprising that this is the only thing in my wardrobe that sports said print. Weird, I know. I did see a great scarf at Farmers the other day that was a light grey with a purple peacock feather pattern on it, but I hummed and hawed and didn’t get it and then went back to buy it the next day after I had decided I just NEEDED to have it, but it was gone (moral of the story children? If you see something that you like, just get it).
Part of the lack of this print in my wardrobe could be that peacock feathers are notoriously unlucky. I work in a theatre, and to some thespians, bringing peacock feathers into the theatre space is almost as bad as saying the true name of the Scottish play. In fact, the last theatre I worked in was especially superstitious about peacock feathers. One day we had an really bad day: one of the reviewers tore our show apart and all kinds of other shit hit the proverbial fan. My producer noticed I was wearing peacock feather earrings and commanded me to leave the building and not re-enter until I had gotten rid of them, as they were likely the cause of all the shit. Extreme, hey? But the rest of the afternoon - after I had ditched the earrings - was quiet, uneventful and shit-free.
That said, the theatre I work in now does not subscribe to superstitions as much. I even wore this to work today, after checking first that it would be ok, of course.
tunic - Shanton, leggings - The Warehouse, cardigan - Suzy Shier, necklace - Bling, bracelet - somewhere in San Francisco, sandals - Clarks Unstructured