It’s cold, it’s dry, everywhere is shrouded in winter sun…and I’ve got a crush. A velvet one. Ventured into Topshop yesterday and there was velvet everywhere. I quickly relapsed into my five-year-old-self (this happens all too often) and had to touch everything. I ooh’ed and I aah’ed (I didn’t really, but I wanted to). I have decided velvet is my only option for Christmas day, though I haven’t decided exactly in what form yet, because I couldn’t find anything that resembled closely enough the dress I had when I was a little girl – the black velvet one from Next (well posh) that had some sort of doily arrangement around the neck and cuffs (good choice, Mum).Then there was my purple velvet shirt (Marks and Spencers, probably) which incited an equal number of I-feel-like-a-million-dollars squeals. Literally haven’t worn velvet since those; I think it’s time we reacquainted ourselves.
Oh and also, while we’re at it, The Velvelettes! Love them too. They sang two of my utter 60s/girl favourites: Needle In a Haystack and He Was Really Sayin’ Somethin’. These songs must be in your life. That’s a categorical imperative, alright?
