Are You Fur Real?

I feel I have been neglecting my blog somewhat but that is not due to a lack of care, more to the sheer amount of things that had to be completed to uni/bought for presents before christmas. I have however, been making a few observations over the festive period such as the change in weather, mood and fashion. All of which, I feel, are connected. There are several holiday events and outings that require much excting outfit plannage. One of these events for me was being invited by my flatmate to the opera with her family. This was a great chance to pack away my pjs (I had taken them to wearing them in layers in our freezing flat) and dust off one of the many frocks i'd purchased without an event to wear them to, such as a yet-unworn ballgown (someone is bound to ask me to one in the future and its on sale, was my thinking). The most exciting thing to bring out again this year was my fur coat. Yes it's real, yes thats bad, but its a vintage heirloom from my grandma, surely if the little mink was killed 40 years ago thats ok? And so begins the great debate. Everyone remembers the iconic scene in the Sex and the City when Samantha has red paint thrown at her furs, or as a small child how awful Cruella De Ville was (just to make absolutely clear i DO NOT condone the use of puppies for coats). J.Lo is another infamous fur-wearer. I do believe that its wrong in this day and age to kill animals for coats, but for me, vintage is fine and I am still going to wear mine. I felt like a princess at the opera in my coat. Now all I need is for someone to ask me to a ball...