There are only three things I remember about the trip: we saw Titanic and both felt ill afterwards, room service charged $17 for a children's PB&J sandwich, and my queen-sized bed was heaven.
I don't think I'd ever slept in a bed that big all by myself before, so I already felt pampered. But I'd also never slept under a duvet before - we were a quilts and comforters family - and I'd never slept swathed in linens that were white as the driven snow. (My mother was much too practical for that.) I spent the whole night convinced I was sleeping on a cloud and, when I woke up the next morning, knew that my standards had been irreversibly raised.
|The Royal Suite Bedroom at the St. Regis|
It's probably all in my head, but it's gotten to the point where I don't feel like I'm sleeping in as luxurious an environment as I could be if my bedroom isn't decorated in muted colors, with a lightly-patterned duvet and white sheets. Obviously it's not practical for most people to have a pure white duvet cover, I do like adding a bit of interest with a throw or blanket at the foot of the bed, and I'm actually not overly exclusive about the quality of my sheets, but I have tried to recreate the experience of the St Regis in every bedroom I've had since I stayed there. Here's the sort of thing I go for:
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