I got me some ginormous faux fur for my birthday and decided to wrap myself up in it and wear it to work for the day. Here’s what happened…
I couldn’t work out what coat the faux fur would work with so decided to pair it with my mum’s vintage Burberry trench that she’s loaned me. In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought.
My boyfriend told me my outfit was too much.
So I added red glitter boots.
I got funny looks on the train. My regular commuters did double takes and wiped their eyes in a haze of faux fur and red glitter.
I spent the entire day feeling like Cruella De Vil. Minus the animal cruelty, obvs.
I got asked where my Dalmatians were.
I got stroked multiple times and often in inappropriate places as the faux fur hung down my chest.
I moulted all over my black skinny jeans. Although it only looked as though the white fluff left any evidence.
I had a permanent smile on my face.
This scarf, if you can call it that, is freakin’ awesome and I can’t believe I finally got my hands on it thanks to two sneaky work mates.
So there you have it, a day in the life of my ginormous faux fur number.
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