well, it finally happened.
pass me my drink.
go on, have one yourself.
the bastard fabric is back.
yes. velvet.
a few days ago a small delivery in work arrived with velvet pants hidden well at the bottom. I was willing to write them off as a once off. a fluke. But a page spread in grazia! in the words of dylan Moran, 'Up with this I will not put!!!!'
here in all their velvety glory is the like of velvet handbags, accessories, jackets, pants - LEGGINGS!
now anyone who remembers 1997 (or smokes a lot of weed and has a compost bin / is fat) will remember velvet ( and the wearing of union jack clothing - shudder) and remember that this is a fabric that does not like other fabrics. it bunches, sit awkwardly and looks terrible near other fabrics it doesn't want to be around. (kinda like an uncomfortable dinner party where half the guests have slept with each other). it looks like a cheap woman's idea of faking luxury. also, it just looks like shit.
in short. i urge you my friends.
let us stand tall.
they can give us peblum dresses. they can invent juicy couture tracksuits. they can take the piss with velour. but we shall stand tall and united on the velvet front. we shall raise our voices as one. united in a cry of :
WTF!
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