My love/hate relationship with faux fur has been going on for far too long. I either feel like a teddy bear or some super chic Parisian babe. Please note that I feel like a Parisian babe.... I can assume I look more like a stuffed animal. I'm never able to fall smack down in the middle of... teddy bear chic?
I'm not thinking about my constant fur dilemma anymore. Well, at least until the next winter as I'm counting down the days to sweet Spring dawns upon my internally cold self.