Boulderites: Do not read this, please. I don’t like red paint.
I don’t like slaughtering innocent animals any more than the next guy (disclaimer: not the next guy president of the rifle association in East Boulder County).
But I have a policy about fur: If it was dead before I was born, I can wear it. It was already dead, so I am not responsible/condoning, and I may as well help the slaughter not be in vain. Also, every time I put on vintage fur, my policy requires me to give my dog a treat and tell her how much I love animals, including the squirrels that she tries to kill. My dog is smaller than squirrels. She does not know that.
SO. When I found this absolutely gorgeous black fur coat at an Arc thrift store for only $12, I couldn’t resist. It has just one button at the collarbone, and a big hood, making it sort of a cape with arms. It is in perfect condition. Satin lining. And a tag so old that I think this poor ____ (fill in the blank… bear?) was dead long before my grandparents were born.
I am actually not even sure it is real fur. It doesn’t stink like death, and it has different textures on the lining and main body, so maybe it is all synthetic. But the age of the tag makes me wonder if this coat was designed before Synthetic was created.
Anyhow, I love it and it is the warmest thing ever, and I am sorry, RIP Smokey.
Photos by Jonathan Castner.
I think my facial expression here is a little schmoopy, but dude, we’re talking about the hood, not my schmoop, so FOCUS, children, FOCUS.
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you need some red lipstick, that’s what is missing.
I completely agree. I own 2 fur “caplets” and a scarf, all of which came to be before me. “This animal shall not have died in vain!” I exclaim before wrapping up and scurrying into town. To which I weather the accusing glances of the Boulder-ites by knowing I am warmer and more stylish than they.