This past Friday night, Ed and I went to First Friday with a friend in Downtown Bryan. First Friday is a monthly event that showcases live music, art, food, and all sorts of fun in Historic Downtown Bryan. Stores stay open later than usual and many restaurants, bars, and venues host music and other entertainment. Unfortunately, temperatures dropped to 19 degrees here in Bryan, making for a Freezing First Friday. As a result, our First Friday was kind of a bust because it seemed like everyone stayed home … brrrr! I don’t blame them. The three of us ended up lingering over dinner and then getting a glass of wine at another place to linger some more.
Just before we moved, Ed and I gave away our super heavy winter coats, including my faux fur leopard print jacket that has seen better days. Much to our chagrin, we needed warm clothes for Friday night … including winter coats, which neither of us really had. I dug out this vintage wool and mink coat that I bought in New Hope last winter for a mere $75.00! This baby is super warm even though it has three quarter sleeves …oh, the 50s! What were you thinking with three quarter sleeves on a coat? Gloves are never that warm! The coat is lined with a thick, wool lining, making this baby the warmest coat I’ve ever owned, if you can believe it.
tI have to admit, I have a love-hate relationship with vintage fur. I would never buy modern fur, but I’ve been sort of swayed by the reasoning of the vintage community regarding old furs. The animal has already been long dead and the fur is being recycled and reused, harming no new animals in the process. HOWEVER, I have to wonder if wearing vintage fur gives the visual permission that fur is acceptable in the modern age … which it isn’t in my opinion. This and a halo hat from the 40s is the only vintage fur that I own. I honestly don’t see myself buying anymore because I just can’t get past the fact that I’m wearing a poor animal, no matter how old it is.
Also, vintage fur is usually very fragile. Sometimes it hasn’t been properly stored, which means it’s either dried out and has the potential of falling apart during normal wear, or it’s filled with mites, causing it to smell musty. I bought this coat because I liked the coat itself. The fur is falling apart because it’s dried out — I’ve already stitched it together and fear that it’s not long for the earth. The coat is in fine shape, so when the fur finally falls apart I will be replacing it with faux fur … perhaps something more dramatic and fun.
Yes, I’ve been wearing the same outfits this past month because I only just unpacked my clothes! I finally have access to everything I own and it’s making my life that much easier in the mornings. We’re finally on our way to “normal time.”
So what is your opinion on vintage fur?
The Run Down
Coat: Vintage. Love Saves the Day, New Hope, PA
Hat: Victorian Trading Co.