Last year I achieved something of a minor household victory when I managed to patch a hole in my duvet cover.

Because, at the time, I was focused primarily on keeping my head above water, it never occurred to me to realize that I was sleeping under a brown duvet cover that, let’s be honest, was somber and depressing. To say nothing of the grey pillow cases.

This weekend it occurred to me that I didn’t have to live this way. 

After extinguishing the stock at local shops for its  prevalence for beige and gingham, I looked outward and found an online source for a striking spring-like Marimekko duvet cover. Sold.

It arrived today.

Already my mood has improved.