Fuzzy Wuzzy

I didn't grow up with parents that were particularly pro-fur. In fact, they were decidedly pro-animal, pro-conservation, and thus quite anti-fur. Perhaps it is odd then that one of the possessions that I remember with the greatest fondness growing up is a sheepskin.


My mother kept the family sheepskin thrown over the back of my grandmother's love seat in the living room, and my sister and I used to snuggle beneath it whenever the weather became chilly, even after we were far too big to comfortably fit beneath it.


I think at one point the original sheepskin became tatty (my sister and I perhaps loved it a tad too intensely) so a replacement was procured. The second one was loved a tad too intensely by one of our cats who was on the hunt for a furry companion (and who also was not the brightest feline I've ever come across). Eventually sheepskin #2 also went to the great barnyard in the sky and by that point my parents were empty nesters and I suppose had moved on from the pelt-in-the-living-room theme so there was no #3.


I thought that I had moved on as well, but recently as I was browsing the website of TOAST, one of my favorite online retailers, I found myself quite smitten with their reindeer skin.



Such lovely gradations of color, such luxurious looking fur...perhaps for my dainty (or not so) feet as I step out of bed in the morning? Like my parents, I am perhaps not someone that you would assume would have fur in the home, and until now I haven't. But I have to admit that I am now tempted. Seriously tempted.