One of my friends recently confessed to having reached the age when, if there's a sex scene in a movie, she ignores the bedroom Olympics and homes in on the quality of the sheets. And I can relate to that. My latest obsession is not a fancy handbag or the latest Isabel Marant wedge hi-top but luxury bed linen from Toast. We have two sets already, but I need more. We mid-lifers may not have the energy to count sheep - I'm asleep as soon as my head hits that Egyptian cotton pillow - but counting threads per square inch, now, that I can stay awake for.
These days it's the quality of the sheets not what goes on between them that matters.
|My favourite for summer: the Aegean collection. In organic cotton.|