Elvis on blue velvet, sexy and luxurious. Deep, dark and sultry, a mysterious veil is drawn over the world. His bold silhouette stands against the sapphire sky, glowing embers set the fringe ablaze.
Blue velvet
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Thin spiral notebook 
I’ve never seen an Elvis on blue velvet, but I’ll take your word about it being a must for southern home decor 🙂 I like the line about growing embers setting the fringe ablaze.
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No velvet Elvis? It is kitsch at its best.
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My mom introduced me to Elvis before I could walk… and I still *swoon* … and still miss my blue suede shoes. 😉 Love this!
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In his prime, Elvis really was The King.
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Velvet Elvis! You bring the painting to life, and what’s more, you give it a rationale for existing! Really enjoyed this, Tara.
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Brilliant and beautiful. Just like Elvis! 😀
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Elvis in the black leather suit at the 68 Comback Special was my favorite. Swoon. This is beautiful. The King would be proud. I may have to open my blue velvet DVD box now and watch. Lol.
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I’ve known a couple of people with velvet Elvises. You make them sound nicer than they appeared.
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Velvet Elvis is a southern icon. A must home decor accent piece.
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E showed that imagery and talent could make a force of nature. My late grandmother had the cliché blue velvet picture/painting of The King. Thanks for bringing back that memory.
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I love that your grandmother had a velvet Elvis.
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You do sunsets and I’ll do the sunrises and maybe, just maybe we can do 1/100th the justice due the true beauty.
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yes…to this comment
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I keep trying…
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The opening is evocative. My mind instantly wandered why ‘on.’ Enjoyed.
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It was a reference to those kitschy portraits of Elvis painted on blue velvet.
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ah
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Interesting that you and I have used the same colour but have produced very different takes on the prompt. You make Elvis sound more glamorous than the perception I have of him!
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I remember the young, sexy Elvis better than the bloated, sad Elvis. Back then, he was a force of nature.
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Nice to read! I remember some songs I liked though.
And I forgot to mention that we have used the same ‘synonym’ for blue too!
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That’s cool… off to read yours.
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🙂
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