Ummmmmm so my little kiddies, in case you do not read my blog on a regular basis (shame on you!) or in case you are extremely slow, I would like to point out that I am enamored by fur. Yes, it is sad to say, but I love it when once fluffy, doe-eyed critters become fluffy, NO-eyed critters draped across my body for the sake of style preservation.
Oh dearie, that sounded horrible. You are undoubtedly experiencing nightmarish flashbacks to when you were a small child watching Bambi scampering around the desolate forest searching for his mother as tears rolled down your blubbering baby-face until his father (the Great Prince of the forest) told him in a most professional and non-sympathetic manner that, "Your mother can't be with you anymore."
Off topic: Forget the tragedy of the moment, why weren't you FREAKING OUT about the talking deer??? Give your head a shake!
On Topic: I do like animals, and would go faux as often as possible. But anywhooseeewhatsie, fur and Fall are fairly similar in spelling which obviously means that they were made to co-exist, side-by-side in the war on cold.
So here are some samples from the Twelfth Street by Cynthia Vincent holiday '11 lookbook which could be the reason I start drooling every time an unknowing squirrel runs across my path.
Fall is coming so get out chyer guuuns.
|images courtesy of purse 'n boots|
And for those crafty gals amongst you, try your hand at this D.I.Y. from psimadethis.com. I did, and no animals were hurt in the making of this product. Pam Anderson would be proud of me.