Long ago, the word engine simply meant device. Engine got whittled down to gin, as in cotton gin and gin trap.
The delightful beverage gin filtered down from a different root, geneva.
You may now return to talking about wascawwy Fwench wabbits.
Long ago, the word engine simply meant device. Engine got whittled down to gin, as in cotton gin and gin trap.
The delightful beverage gin filtered down from a different root, geneva.
You may now return to talking about wascawwy Fwench wabbits.
Their website seems to be in exquisite repose, too. I was trying to get an idea of what else people with $40g’s to drop on a blankie like to shop for, but I couldn’t get in to the US or UK “boutique”.
Right. What with the guy in the shop describing a mysterious animal that exists only in France, I figured he didn’t want to dirty his shop with discussion of livestock. The Poitou region has several heritage livestock breeds that are pretty near extinction and desperately need some new marketing strategies. With the description of “pretty long, maybe covered my hand” I was angling towards a critter with hooves.
That website contains the following somewhat mysterious claim:
Leaving aside that the passage begins with “resembles” a legend and ends by asserting it is “legendary”…what’s the basis for their claim that it’s “ethical”?
The text asserts that it’s ethical, but then advances no reasoning as to why. The main ethical concern I’m familiar with is that animals are killed. Are they claiming their animals shed their skins and live happily ever after?
Sailboat
(wiping a tear from my eye) Oh my. How am I going to explain the chuckles all day?
Dude, I’m quite capable of removing a tacked-on parenthesis. I run a couple script-blockers and selectively accept cookies*, so sometimes I fall into a black hole of unable to redirect.
*chocolate chip and shortbread always welcome
Since it’s just rabbit fur, I wonder how it holds up in the long-term. Where I come from, “rabbit” is considered a cheap fur, something that’s suitable for children, and for women who can’t afford mink, or even fox; one tends to associate a rabbit-fur coat with the girl who works at Woolworths, and her teenage younger sister, and their cocktail waitress mom. And of course rabbit is the essential trim on Baby’s hood.
So no wonder they prefer to call it “orylag” or “the exclusive, very rare, French animal”.
Wow. This is the strangest thing I’ve read all week. I was thinking of going downtown to the Platinum Kilometre* and checking this thing out, but I suspect that the store’s ‘insufficient money’ alarm would go off as soon as I darkened its door.
If I had a blanket worth 40,000 dollars, I certainly wouldn’t be throwing it around.
[sub]*That strip of Bloor west of Yonge is not the ‘Golden Mile’. The Golden Mile is in Scarborough.[/sub]
The French word for “bear” is “ours,” but I can’t find any subtype that would fit your phonetic description.
I just bought you one yesterday, but since you don’t want it …
Send it here, I’ll stick it on eBay. 1 cent starting bid, free shipping.
Good heavens! :eek: And here I have a blanket made out of vicuña pelts that my Mom got in South America around 50 years or so ago. I wonder how much it’s worth? It has a few skins separated, but I have them all…
I should add, btw, that my mom purchased that blanket in the late 1950s, long before the vicuña were protected. She’d never have purchased it illegally.
… the item I found is described as an ‘Orylag fur Troika throw’.
A French throw for a Russian sled? At least it’s Orylag, not Gulag!
I don’t know what Gulag fur is either. And I don’t want to.
Drat, now I have that Troika tune from Lieutenant Kijé running through my head.
The French word for “bear” is “ours,” but I can’t find any subtype that would fit your phonetic description.
ours - traduction - Dictionnaire Français-Anglais WordReference.com
Ursidae — Wikipédia
I think we’ve pretty well established that it’s a very-very-special French rabbit. See previous posts.
I just bought you one yesterday, but since you don’t want it …
I’m just over in Langford, and I can hop in the car!