I am taking part in this year's Blogging from A to Z Challenge. This is my submission for S ...
... in good quality bedlinen! Growing up, I'd enjoyed the family bedlinen - lovely cotton in candy-coloured stripes from Bombay Dyeing, worn softer and softer with each wash. Sadly, when sent to boarding school, a duvet was required and our lovely cotton was exchanged for the practical option of mixed-fibres for the boarding school laundering.
When I left home, I was gifted some more practical mixed-fibre and highly patterned linen to be used in my shared flats in London. Time went on, I had a small child and pets, so the choice of linen remained practical. Finally, when I turned 50, I moved into a flat - all by myself - no children, no pets, no partner. The first thing I did was to buy myself two sets of bedlinen in as high a thread count cotton as I could afford ... in white. They dressed my new iron-framed king-size bed beautifully. I also ironed them myself - yes, king-size sheets and duvet cover on a normal domestic ironing board. That lasted precisely one year ... now I just iron the pillow cases! I bought a couple more sets to co-ordinate with the dark blue sheets I still had - both sets in white and blue, both in high quality french cotton.
Somehow I inherited two quilts from my daughter which added to the options for layering - and for hiding the unironed duvet covers! My lovely girl has also since handmade two quilts for me - much treasured gifts. I couldn't be better set up for snuggling in bed. Nights are beautifully cozy, although layers do come and go as night changes to morning. And is there anything nicer on a weekend morning than taking a tea tray back to bed, getting under the covers and either reading, chatting to a friend on the phone, or catching up with a favourite show on the laptop? I'm afraid that I also used to sit up in bed late at night writing essays ... and sadly, pens have leaked. My beautiful bedlinen now bears the scars of my years of study.
Much to my surprise (and probably to his), the bloke has discovered a liking for the layering of blankets and quilts. We even sit with a blanket across our laps on the sofa on a wintery evening. Oh dear we sound like a couple of dodderers, don't we? But its just another way of cuddling, honest ...
I think good quality bedlinen is a particularly adult indulgence - don't you? Or do you have another indulgence that you prefer?