My sister-in-law Jane and her daughter, Annie, came to visit today. (They live in L.A.) So after grazing on a lavish buffet of rotisserie chicken, homemade bread, cherries, apples and tangerines, hummus and chips, nachos and chocolate cookies, we needed a walk.
All of my husband’s sisters, like me, love to comb thrift stores. Our favorite one, the Assistance League Thrift Store, was closed, but we found another small store that was incredible. In addition to racks of clothes in the front, they had a back room with a “mountain of clothes.” When I say mountain, I’m not kidding. It was about twelve feet tall, and people were just diving in and grabbing stuff. Jane found an angora sweater and a silk top, a skirt and a glittery sweater top (all $5 each).
I, however, stayed away from the mountain and instead found a whole rack of faux fur coats. I need a winter coat, as I’m traveling to Ohio next weekend. I found a fabulous warm car coat for a mere $32. I was also amazed to see a fox coat–a real fox coat–for $42. I was tempted, but it’s, like, fur. And I live in California. I might get picketed by PETA.
So I went faux, and here I am in my new rags.