The velvet rut is a beloved place. It is familiar and comfortable. You comb the rut, you brush it with one of those weird nubby suede brushes. It’s beautiful and you have worked hard to afford the best velvet possible…you feel compelled to maintain it in tip top shape. Over time, you upgrade the rut, the velvet gains some tassles…in fact, it’s so snazzy, it doesn’t really feel like a rut.
Only it is, a rut I mean.
(Nod to Fred Johnson who first coined this term to Tom and I and put us on permanent velvet rut alert!)
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