My recent blanket shopping made me delve into a highly nuanced and sophisticated world of the color ivory. Ivory, or soft white comes in myriad of hues from porcelain bisque to pebble. Here is the story of my relationships with some of them.
I ordered an ivory wool blanket from Williams-Sonoma to replace the caramel cover I owned for so long I stopped noticing the effect it makes on the interior. I bought it years ago, while still dancing my life away in the salsa clubs of LA, returning home well after midnight with all my limbs intact. Despite all the glitz of the dancing world I had very little warmth in my life and quite little worth caring about. Needless to mention I wasn’t cared about much either. As if reflecting all that my bedroom was tabula rasa white with a comforting island of the caramel duvet. Then I moved to the Bay Area where I met Alex. He helped me carry the rest of my belongings I had left in LA, namely the bed and my caramel duvet. One of the weekends we flew to LA in his four seater Mooney. I was supposed to rent a van there, load my belongings and drive it back to the Bay Area while he would fly back solo. My incapacity to accomplish the project became obvious quickly upon arrival. Alex parked his plane in the Van Nuys airport and drove the rented van with me, my bed, the caramel duvet and loads of half-necessary stuff in it back to San Francisco. I don’t remember how he picked up his plane from Van Nuys, but six years and two kids later
my our bedroom turned much more warm-hued with much less white. May be that was due to the cooler climate of the Bay Area or inspired by Alex’s warm skin tone and personality. Either way the caramel duvet lost its appeal.
It added nothing to the soft, warm palette of our bedroom sliced by strikes of black furniture. In fact, in the abundance of pastels caramel duvet lost its cozy appeal and started looking all greasy and soiled. I wasn’t noticing the poor service it did for my room till one day I saw how the smoky white throw freshened it all up. It was an Ikea throw that came with Alex. I wasn’t thinking much of it till that one day. The Williams-Sonoma ivory wool blanket was meant to be a larger version of the throw and was supposed to replace the caramel duvet adding the much needed light accent to the room.
It did not work. Was a wrong hue. The Ikea throw’s ivory was muted enough to harmonize with the rest of the room’s palette, but it was more on a grayish side, an antique white. It wasn’t too white to spike from an overall subdued scheme into the retina, only slightly cooler to freshen the whole thing up. The WS blanket had a spec of yellow to it, toasted almond. But the room’s pastels already had enough yellow and did not need a single other yellow drop. I printed out the return label and packed it back. Which means I will be ordering them one by one online, looking for my perfect ivory. By the end of the quest I should be able to label each ivory blanket sold online with the precision of a dental implant ceramist.