I love my linens: always have, always will. There’s nothing like slipping into crisply ironed sheets that smell fresh and clean. Throwing a table cloth over a bare wood table adds the extra little touch that says there was thought in the table setting – even if it’s just casually thrown on! I’ve collected linens since I was a teenager, and needless to say, my linen closet and sideboard have been overflowing for quite some time.
We recently finished off a couple of new rooms in the basement, and as of this week, my tablecloths are sharing a room with my brewing vodkas. I love being able to see each piece, and am thrilled to have fewer wrinkles to deal with! Woo hoo!