This is the bed I slept on when I was working in Hartford for 2 months last year. That’s a duvet. The apartments I inhabited when I was working there again this past month had duvets. Most of the hotel rooms I have been in have duvets.
I hate duvets.
Well, that’s a bit strong, But I don’t like them. At all. Here’s the thing: I tend to run hot at night. And no, it has nothing to do with menopause. That particular train has left the station. Don runs cold. I run hot. Isn’t that the way with most couples? One tends to get too warm, the other is always freezing. Anyway, because of that, I like layers. I like to be able to add or subtract a layer as needed. On my bed there are the sheets, of course, a quilt on top of that and, in the winter, my heavy crocheted ripple throw on top of that. If I get too hot, the ripple throw is tossed aside or tossed in Don’s direction. If I really get too hot, especially in the spring or summer, the quilt goes bye-bye.
I like options.
A duvet is too darned heavy and bulky and annoying. When I travel out of town for work and encounter a duvet, it usually means there is a top sheet and the duvet. That’s it. Since I run hot, the duvet ends up being too heavy. So I toss it aside. And I’m left with a top sheet. These are my options? All or nothing?
I get why hotels like them. They make the bed look finished. Since I make my bed every day, even when I’m in a hotel, I find myself wrestling with the bulky duvet and a cover that never seems to stay on the duvet correctly. I curse. I find myself dreaming of a simple quilt and a throw. That duvet in the photo above? A pain in the keister.
Here’s my question for the day: Do you duvet or don’t you? Do you like duvets? Do you have one? Or do you, like me, shun them?
In other news: Don is down for the count with the dreaded flu. He’s pretty sick and miserable at the moment.
And concerning Amazon and book reviews by readers, you might want to read this rather ominous article in the New York Times. I find it very troubling.