One of my favorite songs is I’ve Got You Under My Skin, by Cole Porter. It tends to describe me well when it comes to……well, me going to the thrift store. I see something all dusty and in disrepair and it gets under my skin until I bring my vision to life. Y’all have seen my other blog, Junk and Glue, and know what I mean.
And now, it’s all about velvet. But not just any velvet. Velvet used to be a very expensive fabric. Back in the Middle Ages, it was made solely from silk, which gave it a lustrous sheen and lasted forever. With the advent of industrialization, velvets were made from other fibers such as cotton. And then came synthetic fibers and nowadays velvet is something you can now find off the rack at Target™. Good quality velvet is usually made from a mix of rayon and silk. If you want all silk velvet, you will pay hundreds of dollars per yard. And I am neither rich nor insane, so that’s out. But you can’t compromise on the quality of velvet. Cheap velvet falls apart rather quickly, but the good stuff wears well over time, adapting a soft, rich sheen with age and use.
So, now that you have a primer on velvet, you are wondering why I even bring it up. Well, A) it’s my blog and I write the fluff I like, and 2) I want velvet in my life. And I don’t mean a jacket or a shirt, or even a pillow. I mean I want it ALL OVER THE PLACE: furniture, drapes, accessories, rugs, and PJs. I understand I can’t have everything in velvet. But I really, really want a sofa in soft, luxurious velvet, with some feather alternative-filled cushioning (real feathers are good and all, but I don’t want to trigger anyone’s allergies, nor do I want quills sticking my skin).
Isn’t she absolutely gorgeous?? Yes, that’s a pink velvet sofa and I want it with the burning power of twelve Betelgeuses. Look how plush it is. I want to be able to sink into the sofa, and the big plus with this is one solid cushion, nowhere for remote, socks, or change to slip between. I want to be Great Garbo and tell people I want to be let alone with my sofa and a cocktail and Netflix. In short, I am old enough to want to luxuriate while I watch “Flea Market Flip” and plan on upcycling a ratty old suitcase into a coffee table.
I am full of contradictions, I know. But I also know me, and I doubt I will ever have a sofa like this. It’s wonderful and classy and feminine, and impractical and high-maintenance and over-the-top. So I will just admire her from afar, and dream of the dreams I could have enjoyed while napping upon such luxury.
But a velvet chair? Oh, yeah….That I can justify 😉
April 26th, 2017 at 9:43 PM
If anyone can rock a pink velvet couch, it’s you, dear.
April 26th, 2017 at 10:12 PM
You know, I bet I could get away with it!
April 26th, 2017 at 10:18 PM
I’d pay cash money to see you drape back on it and say, “I’m ready for my close up, Mr. DeMille.”
April 26th, 2017 at 10:26 PM
OMG I would totally do that!! LOL!!!
April 29th, 2017 at 10:47 PM
Pics, or it didn’t happen!
May 3rd, 2017 at 4:00 PM
LOL!!!! Maybe. Perhaps.
April 26th, 2017 at 10:11 PM
How about paintings of Jesus on black velvet? Or even Elvis?
April 26th, 2017 at 10:12 PM
My grandmother has one of Jesus. I doubt she knows who Elvis is, though 🙂
April 26th, 2017 at 10:30 PM
April 26th, 2017 at 11:36 PM
Never change, Madam Sith.
April 27th, 2017 at 7:28 AM
Broken clocks are cool!! 😉
April 27th, 2017 at 7:43 AM
I prefer leather.
Suit up, girlie.
May 3rd, 2017 at 3:59 PM
HAW!!! Nope 😀