I love faux fur. Love it. For months before I moved to L.A. my mind waged a small, internal battle each time I would spot an amazing fur coat. Practicality vs. lust: a never-ending saga. Luckily, my practical side won, and I headed down here two weeks ago, sans fur coat and with enough shorts to last me for years.
Fear not though, I did end up with my fur fix in a slightly altered form. Fur purses are my current obsession. My first investment was a grey and brown number purchased for $13.50, complete with a broken zipper and torn lining. And when I saw a furry black thing at h&m a week later, I couldn't resist.
Two furry bags in and counting, I have a sense my collection is far from over.