Oh yes! Fur lovers, In Italy we’re starting to feel the heat and the time has come to do our wardrobe change.
What a rough time! How tiresome!
Right, coz I have to take all my furs ( and that means moving something like 3 or 4 wardrobes full) to the vault where they can stay in the cool during the summer heat.
Do follow my example, don’t leave your furs and leathers in warm humid wardrobes. They may well rebel and harden, or as worst case scenario, even let themselves be devoured by a few moths.
Last night in a nervous state, I took my house in Turin ( where I live with my nonnapuffo ) apart, pulling
everything out of the wardrobes to replace it with my summer clothes.
Letaher jackets, silk or lace and fur wraps, very fine suede shawls… Yes, you read well, because not even in summer can I do without my passion…ahahah!
I finished the evening arguing with my nonna. The source of our contention : a leather jacket, about 8 years old, ( if it were a girl it could attend elementary school ), now worn, worn out and so stiffened it could stand up unassisted without needing crutches: And for the first time I had to fight with the loveable old woman in reverse, as,incredibly, the one who wanted to scrap the product was her and not me, she who everytime I throw something away recycles it because it could come in useful for Tom, Dick and Harry.
In the end I won: all the memories and emotions connected to that leather jacket didn’t let me throw it away. I lovingly put it back in my wardrobe, where it will remain, I believe, until the end of my days!
I’ll close this post with a phrase by Ermanno Scervino: We all have a memory linked to skins that time left us.