being jo

when things look the way i feel

velvet touch

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i’m beginning to have a new love affair with velvet. it can be so wrong (like any version with cheap black de masque, or god forbid any form that resembles chenille.) when it works it’s like grandmas basement gone glam, somewhat like what an oversized tweed coat can accomplish. the more modern uses sans tufts give a super cool old/new feel. even though in the worst of times (ikea) the mere touch of it makes me gag, i’m willing to search for the smooth, luxurious, velvet fabric to cover my next sofa.

the panel is in

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when my parents got divorced my mom moved into a townhouse that was pretty minimalist as far as finishes were concerned. she had a creative vision to paint the entire living room light purple. she had seen it in another home and promised as odd as it sounded it was absolutely breathtaking. when our painter was through we all gasped with displeasure and horror, it wasn’t 3 minutes before we packed into our volvo and headed over to benjamin moore to pick up a bucket of eggshell. this was my first glimpse into the importance of texture, mouldings, depth, and lighting. you cannot paint just any wall any colour- BUT if you have a beautiful detail like wall paneling it can bring paint to it’s most heightened potential or make simple white look like a parisian gallery.

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