It was packed up quite tightly, so it wouldn’t have to be a trouble to get it home on Public transportation (unless I buy the big plastic storage box for my yarns…, which I did.) Thankfully the duvet fitted in the box, still it wasn’t pleasant to get it home.) At home I opened it, shake it out, and fell in love even more than I already was. Changed the sheets, took out the gorgeous satin ribbon and embroidery decorated cover (which I had just for this occasion… abut for a year now.). I colored my hair, had a scented bath. Took out a pajama I never wore before (color-coordinated with the duvet-cover) perfumed myself, and went to sleep with my new love. The experience was everything I expected. And some more. It is warm, yet light. It is big. All natural.
The cover is crispy cotton; the filling is duck down and feather, but somehow the whole thing is soft. I even turned the heating down. If I keep this on, I will save the money I spent on the heating bill.
I can’t wait until the evening and get back to bed. I wish I could stay there until summer.
I've decided that my duvet is male. Now he only needs a name. Kim (knowing well my undying love for Timothy Dalton) suggested Timothy... I think that would be great. Any other idea?