I got a call today from my friend Elisheva. She had an odd sewing job for me to do. She wasn’t sure if it was quite in my wheelhouse, but thought it was worth asking. Elisheva had inherited a mink collar/stole and hat and they both needed to be re lined, would I be willing to do the job? I wasn’t sure if this was something I could do until I took a look. Elisheva came by with the hat and the stole. I decided to tackle the stole first. It was really nice mink. My grandfather was a furrier and my mother is a big fur critic. That is, when we would walk down the street together, she would critique the fur coats. “ Ugh, she’s wearing a mink, but it’s so cheap. Look how stiff it is!” “ Rabbit fur!That’s junk!” “Oooh! That’s a nice fur.” “Her tush is too fat for that fur, she needs to either get a new one or just wear a different coat.” I didn’t think that I was actually paying attention to all of my mother’s critiques, but her lessons on the finer poin...
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