Saturday, January 2, 2010

FUR FLYING

While in the process of cleaning out closets in the big house at my MIL's many years ago we happened on the fur coats.  She hadn't worn them in years, and she was putting them in the thrift store box.  Oh, I fell in love with one, it was a beautiful three quarter length mink, and fit me perfectly.  "Take that ol thing if you want it," says she.  Trying to act like it was no big deal, I quickly put it back in it's special bag and hussled it out to my pickup.
Now I lived on the family cattle ranch in the middle of nowhere.  Most of my time was spent with kids, cowboys, cows, horses, dogs, and barbwire.  What would I be doing with a fur coat?
 A call to a friend was the hatching of my Plan. I so wanted a reason to wear that coat. You see the friend had an ol fur coat she loved, lived in the middle of nowhere, & had small children. Her kids and mine went to the same private Catholic school in town. 
Getting kids to school entailed a lot of mad dashes to town in what ever vehicle was available at o-dark-thirty in the morning. Me wearing ratty jammies, old leather slippers and trying to keep from spilling my mug of coffee. I often pulled into the parking lot with screeching tires, dogs barking, balingwire, curlers, and hay flying.  My friend arrived a bit nicer but not by much.  There we were met by the Other Mothers.  The Other Mothers lived in town, drove polished cars, had their makeup on, and were dressed fit for a brunch at the Cliff House.  They weren't very friendly to us, even though we never turned the kids or dogs loose on them. 
After another morning of the Treatment by the Other Mothers, I decided that the school parking lot was to be the place I would implement the Plan.  My friend was game.  We would wear our fur coats to take our kids to school.   We still screeched into the parking lot, with cowdogs barking, hay flying, messy hair, and ratty jammies, but also wearing our glorious fur coats. We kept it up til the weather got too warm to wear our furs.  The Other Mothers never did take a liking to us, but we had a great time, and our kids thought we were the classiest moms ever.

15 comments:

  1. Pure class! I love it. I bet those other mothers were jealous as hell.

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  2. You have a wicked little mind.

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  3. GM: It was so much fun that it really didn't matter what they thought.
    TABOR: Thank you, I'll take that as a high complement. lol

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  4. LOL!!! I love it. And if those Other Mothers (I've met a few myself) don't like it, they can take a long jump off a short bridge.

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  5. I love this story!
    When my kids were little we had the same situation. Our bomber car was always dusty and dirty. No reason to wash it with the dust...lol We went to school and the other cars were all fancy schmancy. They use to look at us like we were from another planet.
    Good memories!! LOL

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  6. Nice try, but I doubt if the other mums were jealous. They're the sort who see straight through what you're wearing, however flashy it looks, and decide by a zillion invisible indicators that you're not "one of them". In other words, you're not a pretentious snotbag with the perfect house, three cars and spoilt children.

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  7. I love this - made me think I have a fur jacket - from another lifestyle in the closet of my new woods house. Thought about wearing it in the yard. But maybe someone would shoot me and think I was a bear???

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  8. Thank you for stopping by my playground. I appreciate it...what an evil mind you have. I love it :) Have a great Sunday :)

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  9. Great story and a fun idea.. I agree that the other moms might not have been impressed, but who knows. You had fun and that was the best part. Now to find other venues to wear your coats...

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  10. sounds like your classy in your furs and baubles.

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  11. Oh what fun!
    Now I want one more than ever. LOL I used to see fur coats and think, awww poor little critters. Then a mink wiped out our whole henhouse *twice*, including the noble rooster that was my son's pet, and now, pffft, a coat made out of their nasty little skins would be BLISS.
    ROFL!

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  12. Hi all: Alas my coat is long gone, but I have fond memories of wearing it to keep me warm.

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  13. Looks like that old fur coat gave you far more amusement than warmth.

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  14. Dr. John: Actually it gave me alot of both.

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