Updated: Sep 11



Down the velvet rabbit-hole I go.

Call it an obsession or passion or even law of attraction, but anything velvet induced shamelessly draws me in like a moth to a flame.

I could look at a mega-pint of sumptuous velvety images, feel buttery swatches or just hear the word “velvet”, like honey dripping in my ears, all the live-long, sing-song day.


Could it be the saturation of the colors againat the subtle variation of sheen and shimmer against the matte? or is it the the plush and pile? Dullness and the depth?

Maybe the richness in the history of lavish…

yes, and how that exudes some kind of portal back in time where the closeness of fashion and decor displayed in tandem trimmed and drippy with embroidery and embellishments.

Velvet was the standard of decadence.

Nipped-in waistcoats, accoutrements tipped with florets and millinery blossoms, tête à tête lounges shimmer and faded with embossed and cut velvets.

It‘s taking the most utilitarian and pragmatic object and slathering velvet over it that suddenly it’s transformed into a sea of laid back calm and top-drawer luxe.

How could anything be more lovelier than the vision of a deer‘s antlers in velvet ?

It just isn’t fair how velvet just has it all.

All salty and sweet, habitually rich and riddled with dappled flaws.

So clever.


It’s a thistledown of silken pampering and tantalizing Victorian.

A kismet collision of vixen and priggish.

It’s equal parts a thicket of sheen and pasture of deep hues.

Mind you, I haven’t forgotten the “Velvet Elvis” stage or “dogs with poker” tapestry, but it’s graciously forgiven.


I don’t need a season or a reason for velvet.

It hits me hard whether the weather.

Spring , summer, autumn, winter. I will carry it, don it, sit upon it.

So now that I’ve made my case for velvet I am literally making cases with velvet.

Silk-velvet, printed velvet.

Call them clutches, pouches or pochettes.

Either or, no matter.

I, for one cannot get enough.

To be tasked to pick a favorite would be cruel.

Each design beckons!


I hope you enjoy them as much as I did creating them.

-Jennifer



Green And Teal Velvet Tufted Chairs Jacques Garcia via pinterest





Jennifer Lanne velvet pochette
"Timeless" Landscape Velvet Pochette











Tufted Pink Velvet via pinterest


Updated: Jul 27


Jennifer Lanne landscape art pillows

One of my favorite things to do is to walk down to the creek every morning ... sometimes twice a day, but who’s counting?

Well actually my iPhone is counting all my steps (and missteps) so I try to be as ambulatory as I can to impress my health app!

Spying and gawking at some wildlife is part of the mischief of the creek walk.

Most days my high hopes of spotting the elusive river otters are dashed.

I’ve seen the signs, yet never that lucky enough to peep in person.

Seeing multitudes of deer, turtle, muskrat, beaver, heron, waterfowl and the likes is pretty much par for the course.


The days of high summer usually drop the creek level to a gentle, yet untamed thing of beauty.. . and it’s my chance to merrily wade out while donning Wellies.

The other day I did just that.

What a different perspective it is from standing in the midst of something as opposed to the sidelines.

Something about being in the heart of something moving and ever-changing how a completely different perspective reveals itself … simple and profound.


So naturally I thought to myself … "Self, boldly/ridiculously place some chairs in the creek".

While you’re embarking on this tomfoolery why not set some artwork in the creek, oh and don’t forget to include some pillows for good measure.


I know, why oh why?

This I cannot intelligently offer a logical explanation for except that it inspired me so…. The lazy creek, the natural surround, the glassine reflecting surface.

To place yourself in the leafy, lush, layered depths of a Hudson River-esque School painting.

I know it’s madness, but it must be realized.

Compulsion? Sure, but I listen to the voices, it’s pointless to ignore them, they will just keep nagging me until the thing is done.

Maybe I’ve been channeling the Durrells in Corfu, enjoying their meals at a well-appointed table placed in the sea.

Is this a dreamlike mirage?

Mudlarker’s paradise found?

Or simply the vision of a covered wagon mishap that lost its load and parcel mid-river?

Bits and bobs of furnishings scattered about the creek, remnants of a poorly secured payload.

I'm hoping for the former rather than the later!


You would not be too far from the bull’s-eye if you were to accuse me of being obsessed with nature.

It’s ever-inspiring, ever-changing.

The best backdrop no matter the season.

I fully expect that when the weather changes and the Mourningkill is thick with ice I may be inspired once again.

~Jennifer

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Updated: Oct 30, 2021

I am the worlds biggest sucker.

For all things pretty.

Pretty and practical that is.

That’s the one-two knockout punch for a sucker like me.

A little bit creature-comfort a little bit utilitarian.

That’s the kind of practical magic that draws me like a moth to a flame.

Yes indeed, I fall for decor that's a hybrid of proper and slightly askew (heck, I’ve even made a career on all things off-kilter!)

A subtle alchemy of decor that exudes fussy flamboyance and yet a devil-may-care if you just plop yourself right down on it.

Oh for a soft place to land!

A house that is lived in doesn’t always look so picture perfect (oh, you so know what I mean!) … so if you're like me your home teeters precariously on the fringe of grey gardens yet littered with all things in an attempt to be luxurious, poised and palatial ( i.e. high low. )

If your house is anything like mine most days it looks a little bit like a raucous, rococo hoedown.


I can live with that wild menagerie of knick-knacks and bric-a-brac as long as it’s aesthetically pleasing. I can live with the collision of wild pillows and unfolded blankets, footloose and fancy free as long as they’re pretty and fetching. Clusters of colors and mystery waiting to be discovered in all the creases, wrinkles and folds of unkempt.


It‘s truly a selfish venture!

Me, wanting more layers.

Me, creating and making more things to layer. So thus enters my need/want for beguiling, linen-backed velveteen throws in my life.

Something to rekindle my dwindling love for my once-loved, worn-in furniture and decor …. Pops of color and luxe velveteen to give new life to spaces I’ve gazed upon a thousand times.

Making me fall in love again with what I have.

Reminding me why I have it.

Reinventing . Luxe velveteen tempered with natural nature of softened linen...the perfect topper, throw or coverlet for you and your furniture to don. For me, that is the hot ticket.

Pretty and pragmatic.

Jennifer Lanne pillows, throws and chandelier

This photo shoot was extra challenging.

It was traipsing props, headboard, foot board, mattress, chandelier piece by piece down a steep hill and then back up again. But how can I complain really? ( oh, how I suffer for art ! )

This is where I work

This is what I do,

and I love it.

Jennifer Lanne

Jennifer Lanne

www.jenniferlanne.com