i think one of the greatest pleasures in life is sleeping in brand-new sheets & duvets. especially when you've experienced the distinct displeasure -- THRICE -- of a puppy (ahem, archibald the terror) destroying your previous sets. we think he's finally trustworthy. we hope so anyway. because in our doorless loft, nothing short of crating the dude all day could keep him off that bed. oh, pretty, pretty sheets -- please be strong! try to withstand this. and this.
p.s. fun fact: robbie picked out the floral duvet. i know -- kind of lucked out with landing a fella who not only lets me get all things floral…but does it himself. like i say in the comfort of my own home in a french accent: "that, monsieur, is a truth-fact!"