Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Pillow talk

"Some people think luxury is the opposite of poverty. It is not. It is the opposite of vulgarity." — Coco Chanel

LATELY I'VE BEEN enjoying the luxury of ironed pillowcases. I grew up ironing pillowcases. I can't remember when I stopped — a million years ago at least.

I've taken it up again. It started a few months ago after I left a load of sheets and pillowcases in the dryer too long, and they cooled and wrinkled under their own weight. I started to make the bed with them, but I just couldn't abide how completely wrinkled they were. I got out the iron and the very same old wooden ironing board I've used since I was tall enough to reach it.

I'd forgotten how deliciously smooth and cool a 100% cotton, ironed, pillowcase is to the cheek and how unwrinkled they remain the next day and the next. I've been ironing our pillowcases ever since. It's a luxury I can afford because I can do it myself. My head is on one this very moment.

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