The coat is an absolute winner. This site proves that I am now officially Fashionable.
Last night, when I was striding about the neighbourhood, completely untouched by rain, cold and squalls, I looked down and noticed that the raindrops alighting on its black beauty looked like little sparkly jewels. Like a dark night lit by stars.
And yesterday arvo, when walking up Sydney Rd I was stopped by an appreciative fan.
“Beautiful!!” she cried. Then ran up and seized both my arms. “I love fur so much! You look gorgeous.” I thanked her delightedly, and in return got a torrent of invective against Brigitte Bardot.
“You know she used to be draped in furs in the old days – now she’s like those angry greenies,” she declared.
“Hypocrite!” I cried.
“I too have a lovely fox fur collar at home, but everyone tells me not to wear it, because those greenies, those vegan-things will come and throw paint at me!” Her grip was still tight.
“Bah, don’t get me started on vegans,” I spat. “And any vegan I’ve ever known lives purely on a diet of hot chips and self-righteousness. Idiots!”
She agreed heartily, and I advised her to wear her fox fur with pride. “Besides, they’re vermin in this country. They kill all the native wildlife and are good for nothing generally.”
“I love the fur!” she shouted, releasing me back into the wild.
Both immensely satisfied with each other, we parted ways.