Escaping herself with Glamour She Traps Herself more Completely

To touch the crisp clean white linen in a Fine five star Hotel... To wear against her skin couture name brands that are worn only by the famous and wealthy. To touch the hardness of a sparkling Diamond stone set with a curving unique setting seen in Tattler or Vogue. To hold the puffy quilts on a revoltingly expensive Chanel Purse: these are things she found after touching them, that the surfaces were the opposite of the close ness and special warmth that society and Madison Avenue promised her. She was not greedy or vile: but by the time she had fur to stroke softly and toss over her slip dress, the pelt seemed like a horrid carcass and she wished she had never pursued these things... For now , somehow, as much as she hated the little fur corpses and the Balmain Minis, she found herself addicted to this vanity, and knew she was a fool besides!