i was in a huge, cold thrift warehouse of an antique store, and right there, among the rusty farm tools and old metal toys, hung a beautiful silver fox jacket. It was brand new, never worn. Fur store hanger, price tag, and all. There was also a price tag for the antique store. I had nowhere to wear it, but I bought it anyway, for two hundred dollar. It's keeping me warm right now, as I suffer through week two of the cold that never ends. Later, at another antique store, I found a soft stole and it's keeping my feet warm