fuzzy wuzzy
I have an admitted obsession with all things furry. That includes my collection of vintage coats, the grey sweater pile, a few handbags, scarves, and my Coton du Tulear dog, Henri. Dog not included, fuzzy = cozy, sexy, and beautiful to me and I feel like I am drawn to it immediately upon entering a store. It got to be a bit of a joke on my recent trip to NYC, when every time I looked up from my latest furry find, Kacy's sister, Betsy, was looking at me, and laughing. Guilty as charged.
Last week my friends and I attended a Nordstrom Holiday Shopping Night, and I spotted a Dolce Vita "Leigh" Faux Fur Coat hanging on the end of a rack with a tag showing signs that it had been a return. I picked it up and carried it around with me for about 30 minutes, and was accosted by someone every other minute wanting to know a) where I had found the coat or b) was I purchasing the coat or c) if I wasn't purchasing the coat, I was crazy, but let them know. I am not sure if that was a marketing ploy but it worked, and I have been wearing it ever since. I know I have talked about the fur vests that are certainly hot this season, and owning several, I just wanted to add that if Santa Claus is reading this, I covet the Joie Jaleigh Rabbit Fur Vest, and it is on sale now. Size Medium, please, and there will be a couple extra cookies for you. I have been a good girl. So far.
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