There is something timeless, opulent and super-chic about velvet. I love how velvet feels to the touch in any season and I also love how colors read in velvet fabrics, there somehow shiny and matte at the same time. I don’t know–such good, saturated colors.
Now of course you can come across really bad velvet stuff too. Like puffy reclining beige chairs from 1986? Ya, not so much. But when the old stuff it’s really good. like knock-your-socks-off-pin-me-get-in-my-house good, like these babies:
That little dusty pink number in the upper left is calling. my. name. I mean, can’t you see me breast feeding baby number two on that thing?? There you go. Incentive to get pregnant again. Hehe. Aaaaaanyways…I just want to reupholster my life in velvet right now. What can I say?