So, the other day I was at the bank doing grown-up stuff with my man (mainly begging him to pay my VISA bill this month whilst peeking over his shoulder to nonchalantly memorize his PIN so I can do-it-myself). Joking.
I pay his VISA bills.
What does all of this have to do with fur, you ask? A lot – when we’re talking about an eight-thousand dollar silver fox fur coat parading down the Farley Chatto runway. The most expensive runway show of the season no doubt, Farley has also become my pseudo-furrier in that when I make enough money to afford a pelt, I already have my measurements and lining picked out and on file.
But back to the bank. A gentleman stopped me to ask how in the heck did I get pink fur on my Canada Goose jacket? Funny story, young lad (this is what I sound like in my mind all wisdom-y and shit). The fur hood is a custom upgrade done by Farley Chatto wherein he replaced my pallid excuse for a pelt with a cherry blossom coyote puff of wonderful.
Puffs of wonderful. That’s exactly what his Fall ’14 collection was made of. Including a degrade’ mink ombre stole that was painstakingly sewn strip-by-strip in a zigzag pattern. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t tried it on in November when it was just barely finished. So take that, Stacey McKenzie, I wore it first. (Even though you admittedly wore it better).
True or False: I’m going to start adding a True or False addendum to each of my fictitious posts to avoid you poor souls from taking anything that I say literally – unless otherwise stated. Today’s false: my man does not pay my VISA bills, I would never stoop to that level. And I certainly don’t pay his (he’d never stoop to that either). We’re pretty boring in real life so I gotta take some creative liberties here and there on this thing otherwise you’d all stop reading. I’m also very sarcastic so get used to it. Still love me?
