I admit I have inspiration-acide. Let me explain. In the summer of 2006, I had to listen to Red Hot Chili Peppers’ “Stadium Acardium” everyday because I just felt inspired every time I listened to the 28 ear-risible songs. I became so inspired that I began to dress like Flea, John, Anthony, and Chad. If I were in a Flea mood, I would wear poka dot dress with a striped belt. If I were in the Chad mood, I would wear a baseball hat and a faded shirt. If I was in a John mood, I would wear like a flannel shirt and torn at the bottom jeans. If I were in Anthony mood, I would wear a V-neck dress with a t-shirt under it and some stretchy leggings. To most people, I know I looked like an ever-changing rock goddess, sadly with less edge cause I wear glasses. Supposedly, wearing glasses is not edgy. Yet, I rock my yummy blueberry specs everyday and think I’m pretty edgy. Anyway, I currently find myself inspired by bee-hived, tenth English wonder of the world, Amy Winehouse. I own all her albums and I have them on heavy rotation on my Ipod like almost everyday. I know that Amy Winehouse is in me because I can’t stop buying sixty inspired headbands, big hoop earrings, and lazy, swinging belts. I have dresses that give my A sized cleavage an extra pump so I look like I maybe a size B, even though I’m not.  I even have a pair of 4-inch platform patent leather shoes that I brought because Amy Winehouse was randomly playing in the background when I put them on for the first time. So, I am officially adding Amy Winehouse to my long list of style icons, which include Debbie Harry, Madonna, Diane Ross, and Gwen Stefani. So, I guess I just I have a deep, deep, deep case of inspiration-acide and I don't want a prescription to anything to fix it. Obviously, it's just a part of me.