A few folks asked about the sequin pillow featured in this photo from a few weeks ago, and I’m so glad you did! It’s one of my favorite things 🙂
The pillow is made from an old sequin tube skirt that my cousins picked up in a thrift store in New Orleans and gave to me for my 16th birthday. Judging by the style, cut, age of the sequins (they are like a super fine metal?), lack of tag or lining, I believe it was initially made as a Mardi Gras costume in the 1930’s or early 40’s. The matching top — a sleeveless, blousy sort of tank top with pearl trim — was sadly lost to a former roommate after an epic battle of Hungry-Hungry Hippos. At one point, in a monumental outburst of teenage flair, I wore the outfit together on top of my conservative school clothes, topped with a tiara and finished off silver orthopedic shoes from the local nursing home’s lobby-side charity shop. Holy crap did I know how to dress.
Few years ago I gave up on ever fitting my butt into a size 6 ever again, so I grabbed a slice of pie and my sewing kit, stitched up the sides, stuffed it with goose down, and in 20 minutes I had myself a majorly snazzy pillow. And I didn’t even get any pie on it!
Years have gone by and it has held up nicely. These days it sits in my living room, rarely seen without Lola in close proximity. Man, does that cat love her some sequins. Out of all the cats I could have brought home from the Treehouse shelter that day, it is no coincidence that I came home with the one that loves to rub her face on anything spangled, sparkled and sequined. If you come over to my house wearing a bedazzled sweater, 1. You are awesome and 2. Expect Lola pounce on your lap and start rubbing her misker puffs all over your chest.
*Old School Breakdown for the Non Crazy Cat Ladies; Misker Puffs: The areas on either side of a cat’s nose scattered with whiskers and fur, most prominent when yawning or being cute in general. Which is always.
Lola likes to sleep next to it in the yellow arm chair, and after a while the down feathers and old metal sequins really start to heat up….it’s only a matter of time until she wakes up from a nap and starts rubbing her face all over it, sometimes going so far as to bury her whole head inside and punch her paws back and forth like she is making biscuits.