The 1980s were a decade of fashion excess, big hair, big shoulder pads, and lots of fur. Even at the tender age of six, I was onboard with the trend. It may have been the only time in my life I was a fashionista.
It is difficult to tell from the picture, but I am holding the most beautiful faux pink coat that ever never lived. It had a beautiful hood and a matching muff. I was quite the fashion plate when I went to the Plaza for tea, the Waldorf for champagne, and the kitchen counter for some juice. But the excess didn't end there. That same Christmas, I was also given a black fur short zip-up jacket for casual occassions, like sledding with Joan Collins or making snowmen with Big Bird.
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