Christy

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

A love of white 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*

Cosy autumn moments ... featuring Christy and gorgeous little toes

Cosy autumn moments ... featuring Christy and gorgeous little toes

Forget Hygge, I think us Brits have had that heartwarming, nurturing, autumn mood nailed for years with the word 'cosy'. Blankets, woolly socks, and a hot cup of tea. Reading a magazine while biscuits bake in the oven and the wind howls outside. Leisurely breakfasts with family, candlelit dinners with friends. Even, board games on a Sunday afternoon and yet another viewing of The Sound of Music. All concepts and activities that are not alien to these shores, right?