Attack of the bed spread

After last weekend’s painful bed assembly, I never thought that sheet shopping would pose a greater challenge. But alas, I’m a duvet girl living in a bed spread country.

Sure, I grew up like every other red-blooded American. With a quilted bedspread. Mine was reversible with bright yellow on one side, and lime green on the other.

But in Australia I discovered the doona — better known as the “duvet” in Europe. The concept’s the same — to cover the bed and keep you warm — but it invites messiness. There are no corners to fit, no wrinkles to smooth out. A puffy, lumpy, rumpled duvet is completely acceptable.

Which is what I wanted for the kids. Think bed making for dummies.

But Americans are wedding to the quilt, the comforter, the bed-in-a-bag. And as I visited store after store, I found few duvets among a sea of bed spreads.

Most duvet covers were too grown-up:

or too… hideous:

or nauseatingly juvenile:

I couldn’t believe the time wasted traipsing through stores and trolling the internet. And for kids’ bedding, of all things! In desperation I nearly fell into the Pottery Barn pit, but couldn’t spend that much on bedding that the kids would snot on, spit-up on, and god-knows-what-else-on. Hell, Martin and I don’t pee in our bed and we don’t have expensive bed linens.

Finally, with all hope was abandoned, I discovered normal sheets in basic blue and pink
with duvet covers. And at a snot-worthy price. They don’t match the rest of the room, but what does?

Pip-pip, cheerio, duvet covers for everyone!