Day: July 19, 2020

Kitschy, Kitschy, Eeuw …

I was recalling the 1960s “rec room” from my early childhood today and feeling a pang of empathy for that small girl, who was so proud  of the questionable family touches that I felt sure elevated our home to another plateau of grooviness …

First, there was the purchase of a new Naugahyde couch, (“but what is a Nauga,” I questioned repeatedly, wondering what this unknown animal could be like.) The colour alone – a startling shade of Flaming Apricot – should have been the tip-off here and its slippery, unyielding cushions were as cold and rigid as a cemetery bench. But I loved it nonetheless and any rogue Cheeto dust remained undetected.