When my dad bought my mom her first (of several) fur garments--a mink stole--she wrapped herself in it and proclaimed "My cup runneth over." So sweet. She was appreciative.
I was just thinking about my mother's fur stole before I opened this email. Strange. People think of women in the sixties as braless hippies but several years were more an extension of the fifties. My mother was a liberal political animal, but at that time, if she went out at night, she smelled like powder and perfume, wore patent leather pumps and a fur stole.
Maybe my grandfather made that coat. He was a "fine needlehand" (and a proud union man) at furriers Zimmerman and Scher.
Mink stoles were the down vests of their generation...
When my dad bought my mom her first (of several) fur garments--a mink stole--she wrapped herself in it and proclaimed "My cup runneth over." So sweet. She was appreciative.
Something very romantic about mink stoles xxx
I was just thinking about my mother's fur stole before I opened this email. Strange. People think of women in the sixties as braless hippies but several years were more an extension of the fifties. My mother was a liberal political animal, but at that time, if she went out at night, she smelled like powder and perfume, wore patent leather pumps and a fur stole.
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All-faith fur coat, bringing warmth to many.