When the time comes that I inevitably fall prey to a witch’s curse and am transported back in time to 1984, and am forced to scam my way into staying in the guest bedroom of some rich old WASPs while I try to figure out how to make it back to 2019, I fervently hope that said guest bedroom is wallpapered in this fabric. I’m talking ALSO on the ceiling. And matching balloon valances, and of course, bedspread and pillow shams. In fact, I demand it. (I also assume I will at some point wear these sleeves.)
