(Do not carry on reading if dead animals freak you out!)
Thanks to the Thrifting Goddess again for sprinkling sparkly lucky confetti over me!
On Saturday when we were out exploring new suburbs and their op shops and secondhand stores, I found a new furry friend (left) for myself and for the stoat stole (right) that I bought at a flea market in Canberra last year.
I haven't been allowed to buy anymore furry things (this is my seventh piece since I bought my very first) but again, the boyfriend lifted the ban because it was so cute. So was my pwease-pwease-can-I-take-it-home-pwease face.
It's old (vintage, if you like) fur like my older one on the left. However, it's made from two larger animals joined together instead of eight smaller ones.
I thought I got myself more stoats but I think I was wrong - their bodies are too long and they don't have the distinctive black tip at the end of their tails. But it doesn't matter, really, as long as they are cute and shnuggly. Wearing them is maybe about the only one thing that's making me look forward to the arrival of the colder months.
I wonder if people will be less judgmental (see here) this year now that my wish - for fur-wearing to be "the norm like back in the glamourous good ol' days where no one bats an eyelid when you wear a dead fox around your neck" - has sort of come true, with nearly every girl and her best-friend-forever (perhaps even some who were "anti-fur" before?) piling them on this Winter in the Northern Hemisphere. It sucks sometimes being too early an adopter-of-things.