A love of white linen (no, not the perfume)

A love of white bed linen (no, not the perfume)

Up until my boys were born, I don't think that I owned a single set of bed linen that wasn't white. It always felt like the chicest, calmest colour to have on the bed. Of course, I'd throw on a colourful cushion or two and a brighter blanket, but a pure white duvet cover and matching white pillowcases were my 'go to' whenever I needed new bedding.

Then my messy babies arrived.

And white no longer made sense.

*Sob*

Since then, I've been tempted by teal, had my head turned by hot pink, fancied the occasional floral and dabbled with a dark-blue-almost-purple. But none could compare to the beautiful simplicity of a freshly-made-with-white-linen bed. A simple pleasure, yes, but aren't those often the best?

A love of white bed linen (no, not the perfume)
A love of white bed linen (no, not the perfume)

But with the boys making less and less of an appearance in our bedroom at night, and at five and seven, being able to understand that no really does mean no when it comes to eating nutella on toast beneath my sheets, it seems like a good time to bring the white back, don't you think?

Nearly two months ago, one of my favourite brands Christy, sent me a full set of their white washed Belgian linen - duvet set, fitted sheet, and standard pillow cases - and the stunning brushed cotton/linen mix Houghton throw.

I was so excited when they arrived. I took them out of the packaging, ran my hands over the soft, luxurious fabrics, washed them in the sweetest smelling conditioner, and then? Put them away for best. Yes, you read that right. I put them away. That's so silly, isn't it? And I'm normally a huge advocate of using the things you love and not saving them for a special occasion. 

I had in my mind that I should keep them for when we'd finished decorating the bedroom ... new carpet, new wallpaper, new radiator, new rug, new lights, brand spanking new bedding, pretty much new everything. And then I could lie back on my freshly laundered linen and appreciate, well, the newness of it all. It would finally be OUR bedroom, a bedroom that actually deserved beautiful white linen.

But, renovation work takes time, more time than my impatient soul would like, and this week, with the boys in their sixth week off school, and Paul working in Malaysia (he's on his way home as I type this ... hooray), I've decided that I no longer care if the room is still a little unloved and nowhere near finished, I deserve Christy's finest bedding. So there.

A love of white bed linen (no, not the perfume)
A love of white bed linen (no, not the perfume)
A love of white bed linen (no, not the perfume)
A love of white bed linen (no, not the perfume)

And it really is the softest, chicest bed linen. Considering that I'm rather obsessed with my iron, I love its relaxed, ever-so-slightly-creased look. It's so welcoming. It makes you want to snuggle up on it in a way that a wrinkle-free, pristine-looking duvet cover doesn't. The delicately coloured Houghton throw (a nice change for me as I'm normally all about the bright contrast) is the perfect bedmate ... although perhaps a little too soft as my boys can't get enough of wrapping themselves in it. 

A love of white bed linen (no, not the perfume)
A love of white bed linen (no, not the perfume)
A love of white bed linen (no, not the perfume)
A love of white bed linen (no, not the perfume)

What do you think? It's gorgeous, isn't it? It almost makes me forget about the magnolia walls. Almost. But with wallpaper chosen and a decorator booked for the end of September, they will soon be a thing of the past. And I've picked out the most stunning lights, too (there's a sneak peek below). Just a radiator, rug and carpet to go. But until then, I intend to enjoy my new bedding as much as possible ... no messy children allowed!

A love of white bed linen (no, not the perfume)