As temperatures tumble the return of a fashion taboo is very visible on the Capital’s setts.
Fur. I’m seeing it everywhere. On a walk from Gorgie to the west end of Princes Street, I counted nine women wearing it in one day.
Including myself, that makes ten. I’m aware that, by saying this I put myself forward for criticism, but this is a topic I think we need to discuss.
I eat meat and own leather and feel I’d be a hypocrite if my views on fur weren’t pro.
I value each animal regardless of how it comes to me. I opt for free range eggs and buy from my local butcher so I know the animal’s welfare standards are high. I’m against animal cruelty.
My fur was my grandmother’s, bought in the 1950s and passed from my mother to me. I hope to keep the tradition going by giving it to a daughter of my own.
When people ask me about it, I tell the truth and the response is positive, which always shocks me. There is a tidal wave of change on the subject.
I hope it continues so that we can finally tackle the excessive cruelty that can still be found within the fur industry. And until we stop whispering about it, nothing will change the increase of it on our own fair streets.
Miss Dixiebelle, in Bruntsfield, has gone all out ahead of Valentine’s Day. Birdcage hats, basques and full-skirted beauty are all out in full force in the neighbourhood. It’s so beautiful I want Valentine’s Day to be extended to the end of the month!