Crisp White Cotton

I love my white cotton bed linen.
Totally impractical - sharing a bed with cats who don't wipe their feet, lazily removed mascara and even the occasional glass of red wine - and the pristine crispness is defiled.

It is heavenly to slip beneath the feather duvet and luxuriate in the snug snowy warmth - for the first clean night at least.

Then back to the practical purple.