Our current leopard print moment has me extremely in my feelings. 

On one hand, I'm elated that my favorite print is now readily available in every swanky boutique and Instagram inspo page I come across. 

On the other hand, I'm...possessive?

Maybe it's because I spent weeks scouring the dark corners of Amazon for my OG leopard coat, which I'm pretty sure was meant to be worn as a Halloween costume, and now a higher quality lookalike is two clicks away at Reformation. Maybe it's because I endured countless double-takes (not the outfit-envy kind, but the are-you-really-wearing-a-fur-coat-in-August-in-California kind) as my furry friend and I were still getting our sea legs.

Maybe it's because, deep down, I am ~that~ person. I'm possessive. I tend to be picky with the trends I participate in (hi, tiny unpractical sunglasses!), but I've found myself smack dab in the center of one and I'm selfishly holding on to my leopard print for dear life. Am I that desperate to remain elusive?

Maybe I'm just terrified of the day this trend decides to leave us, and I'm once again the freak wearing a leopard fur coat at Trader Joe's on a Tuesday afternoon.