Eloise never had a fur coat.
Of all the admirable terms and phrases we could use to describe our Granny, fancy would not be one of them. Not in terms of dress anyway. Her outfits were utilitarian, inelegant, practical. Her shoes were seemingly always worn thin from the hours and hours she spent on her perpetually-aching feet. Eloise didn’t show up to be seen, she showed up to do. And yet, even she could find joy and appreciation in a little bit of luxury – she rolled around town in a limited-edition champagne pink Thunderbird that somehow Daddy Doug had managed to get ahold of for her back when he was running a Ford dealership. She’d have never asked for a fur coat – she never asked for anything, not even that car, a fur coat surely wasn’t even on her radar – and probably would’ve refused if we’d tried to gift her one in life. Well, she can’t stop us now.