There were evenings when Carrie, who loved the tyranny of things with what must have been a survival within her of the bazaar instinct, would fall asleep almost directly after dinner, her head back against her husband's shoulder, roundly tired out after a day all cluttered up with matching the blue upholstery of their bedroom with taffeta bed hangings.
"The Vertical City"
Fannie Hurst
Nonie's getting a lemon taffeta.
"The Vertical City"
Fannie Hurst
He regarded the clean descent of the tear down Hattie's color-fast cheek and its clear drop into the bosom of her black-taffeta housemaid's dress.
"The Vertical City"
Fannie Hurst