Okay don’t shoot me. I know wearing fur is politically incorrect but it was the 1980’s when I bought my fur coat; big hair, shoulder pads and fur coats were in. I had just started my first full-time job and even before I bought my first car I bought a fur coat. I guess I thought that standing at the bus stop at 5a.m. and taking 2-hour rides on public transit each day to work was not an inconvenience if I wanted that fur coat. I still remember the day I purchased my coat. I was with my Mother. We headed to Spadina Avenue in downtown Toronto where there were numerous furriers to choose from. I selected a mid-length coyote trimmed in fox. (I know, I know, even as I write this I am feeling bad!) Truth is I never ended up wearing the coat very much as I always felt a little suspect. Years later the coat still hangs in my closet. I do not wear it and probably never will. I can’t justify having a fur coat but I also can’t justify throwing it out. So I keep it. But recently I have been noticing in home design/décor magazines the appearance of furs as throws. I would like to think that no recent animals were hurt in the process and that these furs are vintage. So I have pulled my coat (now vintage) out of the closet and lay it across the sofa – in tribute. And oh, by the way, I bought my first car soon after the purchase of the fur coat. A 1974 VW Beetle – but no animal was hurt in the process.
PS. Sorry, no photo.