FLINGING THE FURS

'Rosebud' modelling a Mink Stole
The doll was a gift from my Auntie Olive on my 3rd Birthday

I prepared this post in early July (when I had a case of 'blog block') and have been reluctant to put it up as it is rather silly when I look at it now but it took a while to put together, so why not? Take it as what it is, just a bit of fun.

My mother-in-law, Kitty, passed away last September, two weeks short of her 93rd Birthday and I'm still coping with boxes of "stuff", including a large collection of furs. MIL loved to dress up, donning hats, scarves, furs and jewellery and in her eighties was given the name, "Queen Mother", which she loved, as she was an English lady.

My dilemma now is, what to do with the furs?

There are about six stoles, two jackets,
a neck warmer and also my Mother's long rabbit coat.
A theatre company might appreciate them.

MIL, DMJ and Me at a family wedding in 1989
Cousin Sally sitting behind in her mink coat

My Mother, Myrtle Mary, in the rabbit coat, January 1941
two weeks short of 32 and expecting my Brother

For those of you who love fabrics, the lining of the rabbit coat is in beautiful condition for over 70 years old; only a few little rust marks on the shoulders from wire coat hangers. I'm hanging on to the coat only because it was my Mother's.

Kitty and Myrtle would be chuckling!