All posts tagged: faux fur

Transplanted Living

2016 marks my 6th year in the States. 72 months of white picket fences. 312 weeks of being an alien.   What have I learned? Please, take everything I’ve written with a pinch of salt?  It’s all in good sport. Well, that there are things which we do rather differently in Asia.  Granted, I’m speaking from the perspective of one hailing from an ex-British colony, migrating to the Southern part of the States, specifically H-Town = Houston.  Granted, the climate certainly varies from state to state. And granted there are many more variances between the continents but provisos aside, I’m going to focus on language, common verbiage, words. For many of us, an absence of the letter “u” is usually the first to come to mind.  However, there are several other key distinctions in terms of how certain words are used and what they mean (or do not mean to mean). For instance, the word “girl”,or “girls”. No.  No, no, no.  Those are words we reserve for females below the age of 8 (or thereabouts, …

The Fab 40s In Faux Fur

Nearly 100 million Americans think buying and wearing fur is “morally wrong, what do you think?   Personally, I don’t have any objections either way, a sentiment you’ve heard me express before in the past.  Granted, real fur isn’t for everyone and for those who have made the decision not to wear it, I most certainly respect that.  By the same token, I firmly believe that they too, in turn, ought to respect the rights of those who choose real fur. While no one bats an eyelid when animal rights activists vocalise their choices and opinions, I’ve always wondered why I’ve had to defend my decision to wear fur.  Why the fear of disapprobation is (very often) enough to keep me and my coat from venturing out in public together.  True, in Houston, temperatures don’t really dip all that low to justify putting on my coat, and answering shitloads of questions about my choice of outerwear. That said, there are days when a poor circulatory system means my fingers and toes are perpetually cold, and …

Fuzzy, Shaggy, Furry Baby

You’ve heard me gripe about Houston’s schizophrenic weather before and how temperatures can soar into dizzily hot levels, even during Winter.  In truth, I don’t get many opportunities to wear anything thick since sweater weather doesn’t happen all that often in the South.  However, that has not been the case over the last week or so. Thank you lord.   From now until the middle of next week (insert groan), I’ll have my pick of the fuzzy, the shaggy and the furry which I love.  Today was a little on the warmer side so it wasn’t quite the moment to go full tilt bundled up (Asian dumplings don’t do too well in that department seeing how we’re very often too vertically challenged to pull off as many layers, unless, of course, you’re Chriselle, jelly) so I went with a token touch of faux fur. It’s a grandfather cardigan.  Point of trivia – the cardigan was named after  James Brudenell, 7th Earl of Cardigan, a British Army Major General who led the Charge of the Light …