Fur coats

[laundryboy]

Fur Coat

I remember as a kid my grandma had a fur coat, I think it was rabbit, My sister and I buried it in the back yard one day, we thought that the little bunny was cold wherever he was, so we gave him his coat back, in a crazy sort of way. But we were little kids...Boy did we get into trouble..

 

[mixfinder]

What Kind Of Fur Do You Wear?

Mixfinder
What is that coat that you have pictured?

Rich,
I have no idea. I bought the coat in a thrift store, that raises money for to provide support for people living with AIDS. My assumption is that is was tailored, as it has no tag, size or care label. Inside on a large embroidered piece of fabric it says Michael Bevins New York. The lining is red silk. The coat weighs at least a zillion pounds, turn heads and makes me look like a million bucks. If it was sheep does it really matter, since the sheep are kept in captivity and then traumatized by the shearing process, nicked and bleeding? Not buying it, after it has been gifted to charity wouldn't change one damn thing about animals. If our government and some of it's ludicrous environmental laws regarding agricultural land use don't become more reality based, you might all be eating squirrel and mink and trying to make shoes and coats for your little animal loving feet.
Kelly
Kelly

 

[panthera]

My two cents

I am a vegetarian. Many people here in Germany trip over their own tongues hurrying to inform me of my "inconsistency" in wearing leather, having pets, etc.
I don't wear fur in Germany. When I lived in Durango, Colorado (go look at the altitude before you say anything about Arizona deserts) I wore wool over silk then fur-lined anything I could get.
If I were stranded on an island with nothing to eat but little bunnies hopping around, I would get out the Hassenpfeffer recipe.
OK?
This said - there is something which bothers me a little bit. Since you asked for my opinion, here 'tis.
A marriage is either whole hawg or it ain't. You and your husband will disagree from time to time. You will fight about things on occasion (hopefully with words only). But at the end of the day, you either respect him and accept that he has his own opinions and free spirit or you don't.
It isn't easy, and there are problems and issues which make you work together to find mutual solutions.
For some people this means "giving in". For others this means accepting that you can't always get what you want and still have a relationship.
For yet others this means that each "love of my life" is limited to the first big disagreement...
My suggestion. Instead of threatening, pissing and moaning try the following:
Decide for yourself whether this is a make or break issue in your partnership. If it is, then you are headed for a divorce. Make it as painfree for both of you as possible.
If it isn't, then:
pre-Freud: Grit your teeth and bear it.
post-Freud: Work out your feelings with a counselor. Then grit your teeth and bear it. Maybe you could agree: The same amount for his fur coat goes for your psychologist's new Porsche?
This all said, I am newly in love. This man is the man I want to grow old with. And we are stumbling over learning how to work through conflicts, too. You cross your fingers for us and I will for you...
Ken - your "eyes to the front" "sharp teeth" thingy sounds oh-so-good, but our digestive tract, extremely s-l-o-w reflexes, bad bad worst hearing, (non)sense of smell and muscular weakness (not to mention that ripping flesh just is hell on nail polish) are equally part of the argument. I have another suggestion - go look at a cat's teeth or a dog's...then go see who the best tree climber and fisher in the neighborhood is.
We are universal creatures, but hunters? My cat is still laughing hysterically about my last attempt to catch a moth...