Sometimes when I wear my fur jackets (yes, plural) in California, I feel a little silly. It’s get mildly cool at night, but nothing so outrageous that fur seems necessary. But I don’t really care for necessity most of the time. That’s why I have a shopping problem probably. I just like the way they look. They’re big and fuzzy and have my eyes popping every time I see one. They make a statement regardless of the rest of your outfit. But here in London they seem oh so necessary. It’s cold and rainy so my favorite furs have moved beyond just looks. They serve purpose and that names them happy. I have to admit this fur isn’t mine. It belongs to Sam. But for the next four months we’re sharing a closet, and our closet has become super human. From fur to fishnets, we can’t wait to see what outfits we’ll create when we have two closets to work from. And you should be excited too.
Stay Manic,
Anna
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