I was born in 1957 and don’t remember what the fifties were like, so I loved going back to that time when researching The Golden Doves, and happily gave Josie’s boss’s wife a plastic-slipcovered sofa.
Growing up in suburban Massachusetts our across the street neighbors The Aleos had an ultra modern home with white carpet and plastic-slipcovered living room furniture (and copper jello molds hung on the kitchen wall, but that’s another story). On the rare occasion the neighborhood kids were allowed into the house I would stare at the slippery sofa, puzzled by why anyone would want to do that to furniture. I’m relieved that slipcovers have gone away and, unlike the mullet, show no sign of returning.
