There's nothing that says "oldster" like a closet full of furs. I think of them smiling as they say: "You think climate change has made us irrelevant, but we've still got a few more good years left." Each one of my coats brings along a trip down memory lane.
My mother's designer mink jacket was an emblem of her hard earned success as a business woman. The fluffy raccoon was sold to me for pennies when my great friend Beverly decided to go cloth. I'm so glad I have it, especially now that she's gone. The one I reached for this morning was my sheared beaver. I was proud when I bought it for myself as I was emerging as Joan Chandler.
I gave my black mink to my friend Margaret. She loved it. I wonder if she still wears it. I was wearing my grey fox when Wilt Chamberlain smiled at me and said: "Nice jacket."
See what I mean? Furs are a great source of warmth ... on our back and in our mind.
I love this story and you have always looked fabulous in them!
ReplyDeleteWonderful! And I bet Wilt was looking at more than your jacket. ❤️
ReplyDeleteSomewhere I must have that senior class picture of us all in our fur coats at KSC. I probably had the bad luck to stand next to Connie Teetor who had a gorgeous mink while the best I could muster was a mink-dyed muskrat. My memories of dressing in furs are not as snazzy as yours. I still shudder at the mink tails draped around my neck with those pitiful faces with glassy eyes.
ReplyDeleteI remember when Frank Nussbaum wore your mother’s full length mink coat…he was such a ham…
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