The first thing I learned when I threw the car away eighteen years ago was that the clothing I remembered from Seattle trolleys in 1954 was good weather protection. It was also a heck of a lot of fun to wear, although not for the mink.
Recent BBC live crack of dawn coverage of a state visit included an elaborate horse escort and London dignitaries in their traditional costumes. Herself presided, and the headgear on display outdid the last royal wedding. Now that I have seen a black tricorn edged with ostrich, life will never be the same. I am very glad to have invested in high-definition television.
Current retail is offering fake fur, at least I hope it's fake, that resembles vintage that has been badly stored. The stuff looks moth-eaten, crumpled, and like food for thought.
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