These pictures of this cape really suck but it was cloudy and I was lazy. Too lazy to start fiddling with the settings on my camera. So be it.
I discovered this Victorian era cape at a local antique shop here in the Inland Empire. In the dark and dim lighting of the store, it appeared just fine as I gave it the once over. I could see that there was old fur attached to the color. Yuck.
The rest of it was intact and in good and sturdy shape. There was a bit of bead loss but no matter. The beading and embellishments were lovely so I dragged it home. Most of the cape appeared to be hand made of dark brown velvet and there was a bitty pocket inside the cotton lining.
Fine I figured. I'll just remove the fur and give it a thorough cleaning.
Well that turned out to be easier said than done. Once I got down to the nitty gritty I soon learned that the fur had been attached whilst still attached to I guess what one would call the skin. Being a full fledged city girl and not into hunting or dead things, this started to disturb me. Ha. I laugh now but I couldn't get the thought of shrunken heads and road kill from popping into my brain. I removed about 2/3 of the fur before I decided to take a breather. Yup. It freaked me out.
I glance at it now and then trying to decide what to do from here. I think my plan is to eventually, completely remove the lining and fur, clean it, then reassemble.
I'll let you know what happens and if and when I ever venture out of my house with it on my bod.
F.Y.I. I'm always on the lookout for things to wear underneath when playing dress up. I found the cute tights at ROSS not too long ago. They're by Jessica Simpson of all people but are just the thing the next time I pull on my boots.