So…who were we, that wrought such…brilliance?

So, who did it?

The 70’s. Shag carpet, brilliant hues. 8-tracks. Gold medallions. Shimmering nylon shirts.

Nobody ever admits to buying such things…these artifacts from the 70’s…yet we find them everywhere. Somebody must have looked at these things at one time and thought, “Hey, that looks great! I’ll buy some!”

Those of us that have been around a while, and can be totally honest with ourselves might, in the deepest, darkest night, admit to having bought such things.

Or not.

Anyway, we pulled about a 20 x 20 deep pile 70’s carpet out of the upstairs living room this weekend. What place it ever had in a 1902 Queen-Anne Victorian is a matter for future scholars to debate.

It was so old that the backing was rotted, despite having been in dry, controlled conditions. It could be ripped into sections, rolled up, and tossed out a window.

It was, for lack of a better term, brilliant. Perhaps nuclear. Glowing?

Wasn’t 3 Mile Island in the 70’s? Is that how they made this color?

I can’t even imagine a showroom full of this and its brethren colors.

Maybe I saw one…back then…but I don’t remember (that’s my story and I’m sticking too it!)

Even the picture doesn’t do it justice once out in the sun…despite 30 years of dust and grime and only shooting a tiny piece of it, its original color still shone through…completely saturating the CCD in my poor digital camera.

Modern electronics were simply never designed to concieve of such a color…the deep pile…the brilliant green intermixed with the puke yellow…ugh…I may be getting seasick here.

Such colors should only exist deep in the minds of those flying high on the usually freely available chemicals also so prevalent during that period, but here they are, for all the world to see.

Nuclear Carpet

It’s hard to describe just how much better the room looks without it…although I may be throwing away this century’s new power source. Wrap this stuff tight enough, shine a black light on it, and I’m sure it will reach critical mass.

Not all treasures of the past should see the light of day…

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer