Sutton Stracke is, among her many identities, a woman who understands the art of the deliberate gesture. The faux fur throw blanket draped across the arm of her sofa is not accidental — nothing in that house is accidental. It communicates availability (someone might get cold), luxury (it looks expensive), and a certain casual ease (it has been draped, not folded) that takes considerable effort to achieve.
The Heiress approves of faux over real in this context: the ethical calculation is simpler, the maintenance is easier, and the quality of contemporary faux fur is sufficiently deceptive that guests will reach for it with the same reverence they would extend to the genuine article. This particular blanket has the weight of something real and the softness of something worth keeping. At 5 it is the throw blanket that apologizes to no one. One needs at least two.
