I have a love of linen.
The ritual of washing and ironing.
The shaking out.
The folding of linen.
The smoothing away of memories of past dinners.
The fragrance of the lavender linen water as the iron slips back and forth.
The ritual of putting linen in drawers.
The tying each set with ribbon.
The linen waiting in happy anticipation for the next dinner party.
It is a zen thing – this care of linens
This joy of knowing there’s a table-cloth waiting to become part of the ritual of dining.
This luxury of the senses.
The sheer pleasure that this small luxury is part of our home .
Home – this place we go to be cosseted and renewed.
The maintenance of linen is not work but a labour of love.
A time of reflection.
To indulge in the simple pleasure of luxury of the senses.