It’s one of those things I keep seeing everywhere lately- lustrous, luminous, lovely velvet. My earliest memories of velvet are vivid, and in fact one is my earliest memory period. The first thing I can recall in my life is a green velvet tufted settee, and that it was a gloomy, sad day. I believe, after telling my mom about it, that settee was at her Grandmother’s funeral when I was two or three years old. It’s just a flash, but enough for a photo in my mind. The second time I memorably encountered velvet was in first grade when Mrs. VonNorman took our class to the San Diego Symphony to see Peter and the Wolf. I was so excited, I felt like a sophisticated adult sitting in that chair, listening to the playful flute and flipping the short pile of the red velvet back and forth under my fingers. So it is with great pleasure I share these pretty pieces with you today.