My Love Affair With Linen
- kconeen
- Oct 19, 2016
- 1 min read


There's a new love in my life, sorry husband and dog, but linen, in every shape, way and form, pattern, color, on any surface, has really stolen my heart. I love the organic feel of it, its light airiness, the luxury of it and above all, the earthy, softness and sophistication of it.
I want to not only drape myself with it day in and day out via linen jumpsuits, dresses, pants and jammies, I want linen curtains to blow in my face while I drink my morning coffee. I long for a linen duvet and sheets to rock me to sleep every night and gently wake me every morning. I want my thinking chair to cradle my hiney with linen and my dining chairs recovered with linen, so that I can more thoroughly enjoy our long meals and wine chats. I want to travel the world carrying linen bags and drape myself with linen scarves and shaws. Oh yeah, its a real problem and I've heard that the first step in ending addiction is admitting you have a problem. So here, I’ve said it, I’m addicted to linen and theres no cure or group meeting that can help me. This obsession is here to stay forever, or until the weather drops below 60 in LA and then my cashmere and alpaca wool obsession sets in.











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