I have so many memories of trying to sleep at Grandma and Pop-Pop’s house in Verona, NJ. Their house was always freezing cold, so, while trying to fall asleep, I remember studying the plaid on my pillowcase; following the lines with my fingers and picking out all the rectangles with my brain.
Buffalo plaid was a favorite of mine for a brief period, until plaid became the fabric of hipsters. I sorta had to give it up then, in order to keep my own sense of honor and style.
I personally love the 50’s and 70’s riffs on the plaid couch.
And, in a plaid, there are so many opportunities for rectangles! There’s the subtle windowpane, there’s the strong scottish pride, there’s preppy madras and each variation holds thousands and thousands of our favorite quadrilateral.
Next time you’re bored – look at some plaid, yo. Try to count the rectangles.