My grandmother had one of those mink-eating-its-tail stoles that's currently nonliving in my mother's guest bedroom closet. It both appalls and fascinates me.
I am not up on the current fur philosophy. While the sale of any fur, like the sale of any ivory, can conceivably facilitate current slaughter, it's not like we can bring back a mink that's been dead for 40 years. I could never get terribly exercised about mink, because mink garments have largely been made from farm-raised mink for a century or more. It's hard to justify eating beef and wearing leather but objecting to mink. I feel entirely different about killing wild and often endangered animals.
I have my grandmother's mink capelet (in sad condition), an antique seal fur muff that Pete gave me ages ago, a vintage black fox stole that I found at a yard sale, and an antique scarf-thing made from multiple minks eating each other's tails. I'm against the fur industry, but have no problems with wearing vintage or antique furs.
I think donating the stole to a theatre group is a nice idea.
As a theatre costumer, furs are one of the donations I want. I don't want your old t-shirts, though
Now I wonder if my grandmother still has her stoles with the faces! Knowing her, she probably gave them to the homeless shelter, along with her Ferragamo shoes.
I was almost dressed to leave the house and I just gave up. So what if half my group is out sick as well. I cannot deal. I know it is a low-level infection sapping my will to ____, but damn, it is effective.
Now I'm going to go wash the makeup off.
Now to find out if there is any real sudafed in this house.
The two places I know of for donating furs are theatres, like Sophia said, and also some animal shelters, because apparently puppies really like to snuggle up against furs.
Consuela, I sold a mink coat I inherited from my godmother for about $5K in NYC about 10 or 15 years ago - I don't know that the market is that strong in SF. I don't know how much a stole would be worth.
Celebrity sighting at work today - I held the door open for Betty White as she was coming into the broadcast center. (I was going out; the coffee is in the broadcast center but my office is across the street.)
OOh, good one!
Staying home is a good call, Sara.
