We had our own little seasonal moment last night when the JCB dug in the blanket chest and, tada!, we had our first night under the feather duvet. Back in the MiddleAges (exaggeration) when I was a kid, we had quilts and nary a duvet.

This entry was posted in floral, language, personal on Thursday, 26 October 2017 at 6:18 pm.
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