How much does a polar bear weigh and other pressing questions
It’s a whole new year, ladies and gentlemen. This means resolutions, trying new things, being better people, etc, etc. I ended 2014 in great fashion.
Now, when I say great fashion, I do mean great fashion.
But the biggest fashion statement I made was not worn most of the evening. This was a hooded furry bear which once upon my person was somehow called: a coat.
Faux fur is very in right now, which means that there is a very specific list of people wearing fur: people that brought about the faux fur rage, people that always wore faux fur, or people that are jumping on the faux fur train.
I personally bought my fur coat from Forever 21 for 12.90 on clearance, because I planned on using it for a halloween costume that never came to fruition. Which means that I really don’t fall in any of those categories. Thus, I present to you:
The Stages of L.A. on New Year’s in her faux fur coat
1. The self conscious L.A.
I put the fur coat on after staring at all my coats, deciding I couldn’t wear a North Face out on NYE, and remembering we had plans to walk to our destination. Then GoldDust sent me the following:
So, knowing that I wouldn’t be the only one in fur, I put the furry on, hoping I could pull it off.
2. The grateful L.A.
The walk in the cold and windy and snowy weather suddenly made me thrilled that I had put on the fur. Michigan is really cold, guys. Like freezing.
3. The fashionable L.A.
The point at which I felt confident, tipsy, and like I could rule the world in my fur coat. You guys. I looked good.
4. The Nesting L.A.
In which all I know is how soft the furry is and how warm the furry is and YOU GUYS, feel my arm.
And finally, stage 5.
Guys, I’m a polar bear.