The hare on my head
28 Nov
Mom (who’s out of all ankle appliances, finished PT and now focusing on getting balance and endurance back) and I did a spot of shopping on Black Friday. Due to a bunch of reasons, we took it much easier than in times past. We only went to Target, arriving there around 11:30 am. Since the store opened at midnight, we didn’t feel any urge to kill ourselves getting there early.*
I bought a handful of silly things, and this gorgeous hat.
I brought that lovely home and tried it on in the mirror and yes, there was preening. Then as I was about to rip off the tag, I saw it:
30% rabbit fur. Ugh.
I don’t wear fur. I don’t buy leather. I will *wear* leather if it’s bought for me as a gift (I have Uggs and various leather trims on purses) but I won’t buy it myself. Plus, it was made in China, so the fur could be dog or cat or dissident hair. And if I’m squicky about wearing cat hair, what makes wearing rabbit fur any different? I don’t judge YOU for wearing leather or fur, either.
But I still eat meat. It’s a strange code of conduct but it’s mine.
So back to Target I go at lunch today to sadly the delightful hat.
*I LOVED Black Friday back when the stores opened at 6am and they gave away little trinkets like snowglobes, free shopping bags and $10 coupons. I HATE current Black Friday, where the stores open at midnight or 3am and offer cheap TVs and cheap laptops, but only stock 2 of each. I hate how competitive we’ve become as a society, where lining up days in advance of a sale and pushing people aside to get a cheap-quality electronic earns you a badge of honor. It’s ruined all the fun.
