That blue. I grew up surrounded by it.
Here is a charming photo which shows off a blue crushed velvet chair in our living room. That groovy make-up was done by my older sister. I am wearing an equally tasteful orange terry-cloth zippered jumper. Focus on the blue chair please.
My little Hallmark Charmers cards. I thought she was so much prettier than Holly Hobby...
There is my mother in the 1970s with her Dorothy Hammil wedge, blue suit in a sensible wash and wear polyester sitting on the blue couch. Those are her lashes. Thank you genetics.
I have many more nostalgic blue photos but they involve Easter dresses and far too much hair.
Having been surrounded by blue nogahyde and velvet, I swore I would never have that much blue in my life. Uhm, yeah, well, you know how that worked out. I cannot get enough of that blue.
I have been buying it.
I have been knitting with it.
I have been painting with it.
I have been sewing with it.