Green Silk Bedspread, According to Girl

Green silk bedspread according to Girl: My taste in décor was not nearly as developed in 1968 as it is today. I now pull ideas from my sisters, my kids, photography books and the internet. In the sixties, my sisters were just kids; there were no babies, no money for photography books and above all, no Google. It makes me wonder how we ever survived.

The big event was finding the exact, perfect, most wonderful bedspread for our master bedroom. I’m not sure whether or not it’s acceptable to call an only bedroom a "master" bedroom, but we did. Mike said the choice of bedspread was mine.

Color was top priority. I wanted it to match his eyes. This was a journey to find the perfect green—perhaps best described as "ocean green."

Ocean green must be distinguished from the aqua blue of the ocean in southern Mexico. Beautiful as that was, it was the wrong color. Of course, the "Finding Nemo" blue water of the poor little fish’s delightful adventures was also the wrong color.

I needed the bold, deep, crashing greens of the sea, the colors of the Titanic’s ocean, and the strong expressive green of the waves cresting over the shores in Nantucket; that lonely green reflected by the waters teasing the lighthouse at the end of Long Island. The exact dynamic green I was looking for had to match the storm of the century—the color of the deep.

Our quest began near our apartment Glendale, then proceeded to take us through Brooklyn, Queens, and finally to Manhattan. It was in Manhattan, across from the Empire State Building, down the street from the Garden, at the famous Macy’s Department Store, that at last I found it.

There it was—expensive, silk, and one of a kind (remember, he did say it was my choice).

We credit carded this wonderful ocean colored addition to our possessions. This was the first time we had purchased something new for our home. It was my perfect storm.