This fluffy little mohair number was the secret daughter of Joan Collin's fur hat and one of her big-shouldered jackets (the hat won't name names, but we've always suspected it was that high-necked purple number). Stowed away in the Great White North for years, she's looking for her parents and needs a ticket out of Saskatoon. Would you be so obliging as to...?
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