Maybe it’s just that time of year. Almost 27 years ago, my mom passed away, and she had a few furs and fake furs. I never thought much about them even though I have moved them from house to house and closet to closet lots of times in 27 years. Mom had a mink stole, a fake fur (at left) and a long mouton lamb coat. I never wore the stole, but I wore the fake fur many times in the past few years.
That huge mouton lamb coat, I swear, weighs 50 pounds. I never wore that. Just walking up the stairs in it is an exercise. An article in the New York Times caught my eye when I thought about all Mom’s furs. The writer, Karen Stabiner, labored over the decision on what to do with her mom’s mink coat. Read her story here. It’s very touching.
I’ll never part with my mom’s furs. Well sort of. Maybe. I have friends who have converted the coats and stoles into mink teddybears, bunnies and other assorted stuffed animals — popular repurposing ideas. It also allows the next generation and even the one after that to share in a family tradition. Like Stabiner, I remember how proud my mom was to wear those coats in an era when furs — fake and real — were stylish, warm and something women (and their husbands) saved a long time for in order to purchase.
For now, I’ll probably just move the stole and 50-pound lamb coat back into the closet. But I’ll wear that fake fur as soon as it’s cold enough. Thanks, Mom.