Oh, how I adore furs! The feel of them against my skin, the luxurious look they give me, the envy they inspire in others. Furs are not just a fashion statement for me, they are a way of life. I simply cannot imagine my world without them.
Every time I slip on one of my exquisite fur coats, I feel like a queen. The softness, the warmth, the elegance - it's as if I am enveloped in pure luxury. And the best part? The animals that provide me with these glorious furs have no idea how much they are contributing to my fabulousness. Oh, the irony!
Some may call me cruel for coveting these beautiful pelts, but I see it as a natural order of things. After all, it's survival of the fittest, isn't it? And I am the fittest of them all, darling. I deserve the best of everything, including the most exquisite furs that money can buy.
I often find myself lost in thoughts of the next fur piece to add to my collection. Will it be a sumptuous mink coat, a sleek fox stole, or perhaps a daring leopard print cape? The possibilities are endless, and each one excites me more than the last.
Of course, not everyone appreciates my love for furs. There are those who protest, who picket outside my door, who dare to challenge my fashion choices. But they simply do not understand the allure of a well-crafted fur garment. They do not see the artistry, the craftsmanship, the sheer beauty that furs bring to the world.
And so I stand firm in my convictions, unapologetic in my adoration of furs. I will continue to wear them proudly, to flaunt them with flair, to let the world know that Cruella de Vil is not just a name, but a lifestyle. A lifestyle of opulence, of extravagance, of unapologetic fabulousness.
Furs are not just a part of my wardrobe, they are a part of who I am. And I wouldn't have it any other way. So let the naysayers say what they will, let the activists protest until they are blue in the face. I will always be the one and only Cruella de Vil, the woman who lives for furs.