Inherited Luxury

I grew up in the Prairies and every Sunday we went to church (Presbyterian). In the winter I can remember curling into my Mom and her fur jacket, it was awesome. I still love fur. I don’t eat animals but on occasion I wear them. My Grandma left my mother a couple of furs that she would love to wear but doesn’t dare, as the potential confrontations outweigh the joy of putting on her mother’s coat.

I am going to see if she would be interested in donating them to the best twin bed sleeping cover ever.

Thanks Prada, I am adding this to the list of “Things for the Ginger Shack”



I cannot wait to have very few but very beautiful things.


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