What you are about to experience is a test posting of the emergency blogging network. If this was an actual posting, you would be instructed how to respond and make fun of the blogger...
My mom has said she reads my blog. My dad has said that he and my mom DON'T read my blog but that if I ever want them to read a post, I should let them know....
Hmmmm......what is one to think of that? I know! Let's test it out and see if Mom is reading my blog!
Here's the topic du jour...my fur coat.
"What????" you say "Jenn the vegetarian has a fur coat?????"
Yes, dear readers. I do. I have a fur coat. It belonged to my grandmother and she wasn't wearing it anymore, so when I graduated from law school, she passed it on to me for my fashion enjoyment. (Thinking, presumably, that I would be attending fancy soirees as a high-powered lawyer...I know....I only wish...) It is hanging in the back of my closet (I presume it's still there) and I have been informed by Mom that it would be unacceptable for me to go another winter without wearing it out and about. (She has a point...it's a gorgeous coat and feels fabulous.)
So the fur gantlent has been thrown to the ground and I have picked it up. I flat out refuse to wear it to work (even if it would be a "power statement" as Mom suggested) BUT I will have at least one very nice holiday party to which I will wear an exquisite blue silk cocktail dress I recently purchased (for an obscene amount of money) and I have committed that I will wear the fur coat to that event.
Is it not just classic Jenn for someone to have to twist my arm before I'm willing to wear a fur coat? I've been trying to figure out the basis for my resistance. It can't be animal rights because I wear leather and that would be hypocritical for me to be anti-fur but not anti-leather. (Let the record show, however, that I do feel guilty for wearing leather...but I'm not yet feeling guilty enough to dump my boyfriend Cole Haan.) So what is it that just makes me push back against the fur? I think it's because it seems so....socialite-ish. And, as most of my dear readers know very well, I am pretty much the exact opposite of a socialite.
Having said that, however, I must admit that I'm starting to get a wee bit excited about putting on my silk dress, my blingy-gold heels I just bought today, and my fur coat and walking into the party...looking like all that. So...Mom, if you're reading this, you were right! And I'll be sure to send you a picture of your fashionista girl when I go out on the town.