it's vintage, bitch!

I'm trying to overcome my pessimistic nature and tell myself that yes, it's getting cold out and that sucks, but that means it's almost time to bust the fur out!


This coat is a beast...literally. And vintage, of course. I'm only OK with real fur if it died before I was born. The first time I wore it out, some girl made a comment to the effect of "How many animals were killed for that coat?" To which I notoriously replied, "IT'S VINTAGE, BITCH!"

Snap, snap!

(I was platinum blonde for five years, but it's so weird to see pictures of it now!)