Pet Peeve: Velvet

Growing up, my mother made pillows for our couches. We had a golden sofa in our living room after it was built (a room large enough to hold 12 card tables was added when I was about seven). Mom made some pillows for this sofa. They were blue. One side had fabric on it of some sort (I believe). The other side was velvet.

I never could stand the feel of that pillow.

A few years ago I came to realize that I still have an aversion to that feel. Just the thought of velvet gets me to scrunch up. Yuck!

Recently I spotted an odd pencil one of my students had on his desk. I picked it up to examine it. It was spotted like a giraffe. I dropped it immediately, much to the surprise of the students. I then explained why. It had that velvet feel that the blue pillow did more than three decades ago. I still can’t stand that feel.

Why I still don’t like this, I do not know. Velvet is supposed to be regal, but to me it just rubs me the wrong way.

Dear reader, do you have any unusual aversions?

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