For me, velvet is the equivalent of sandpaper or nails running down a chalkboard. Just thinking about running my hands over velvet (right AND wrong direction) sends shivers down my spine. Why is that? Does anyone else have the same weird sensation when it comes to velvet?
And aside from Alannah Myles’ 1990 song Black Velvet, I can’t think of a single instance where an adult has worn velvet. I remember velvet dresses and velvet headbands as a kid. They seem to go hand in hand with patent leather shoes (also something adults don’t wear – unless you’re a hooker IMHO).
So what is it that makes velvet an “un” adult material? Do I need to check Project Runway to find out why grown women don’t wear velvet? I bet Tim Gunn would have an answer. He’d probably be able to “make it work,” too.
I do not have your aversion to velvet, but I agree… there is no velvet in my closet. Just saying….
I do! I have a black velvet skirt I love to wear in the winter, and I used to have a greenish velvet wrap-around dress I bought in SoHo while in grad school. My family members like to “pet” my clothing when it’s velvet.
But I’m not very fashionable.
I love Tim Gunn! I had some black velvet pants I used to wear at Christmas, this was in the 90s, and I can’t say I’d wear that now. I also equate velvet with little girls dresses and patent leather shoes.
I did have a velvet jacket that was kind of cute but I washed it and ruined it!
I know. So strange. I think I actually discovered a green velvet jacket I bought 15 years ago on the Portobello Road in London!