Don't buy knit furs. They kind of suck. It's pretty but it's lower quality so the mesh that the fur is pulled through is scratchy. Who wants that? I could wear wool for that. Jeesh. So, here is my coyote. It's humongous and kind of silly but I love it. It's not the greatest quality, the fur is kind of lumpy here and there but it's fuzzy and furry and I love it. So does the dog but we won't go there.
I feel like some background is required. My mom had an old silver fox stole that she let me play with, and I had a rabbit fur jacket. My fifth grade teacher, Mrs Shields wore, upon occasion, a small mink stole to class.
They are not that out of place to me. So cue me entering the school.
I swear. No one knew where to look, it's like they couldn't meet my eyes. I think I caused a few classes just to stop and gawk at me. Shouts of "it's a bear!" echoed around the halls. A few people were genuinely curious and asked what it was and if they could touch it. Of course! It's fur. It's meant to be fun. * I won't go too much into detail about some conversations but apparently my $170 coyote stole means I'm super rich. Um, no.
So, Wal-mart jeans aside (which I was wearing, incidentally) when I left the school I heard one of the coaches say "oooh la la" then I heard telling the kids it was a stole. I think that's when I fled in the car.
Really? This is Virginia. Home to the NRA and lots of hunters. It's THAT weird to wear, an admittedly cheap, fur? I wasn't strolling down the hall in $20,000 worth of mink. But I would if I could! ha. Just kidding. No I'm not. What?
Full disclosure: I am on my second glass of wine.
Am I going back and doing it again? Hell. Yes.
* This is coyote. A killer of cats and dogs and farm animals and I have no problem wearing it.