One of the advantages of working in a big publshing form–OK, the only advantage–is the “free table,” where samples, beauty products bribes, recipe tryouts, books, get left for us to root through.
I occaisionally emerge from the scrim with some shampoo or the galleys of a new book which might or might not be any good.But tonight I wound up swathed neck-to-ankle in what appeared to be a drop-dead floorlength mink! Examining the tag assured me it was made of Fakelon, and only stuffed animals died in its creation. I gotta admit, this is the best fake I’ve ever seen, Good, thick, smooth nap. I look just like Tallulah Bankhead on her way to court!
I can’t wait for hippies to throw paint on me next winter! Now, I have never priced a fake fur coat. What would a brand-new, good-quality one go for?