Growing up every bed in our house was covered by white sheets. The pillowcases had white covers. I was fascinated by people who had colored—or floral–sheets on their beds. I always assumed we only had white sheets because we were poor; I thought we couldn’t afford better sheets. Looking back, I’m not so sure that was true. (Maybe it was a lack of imagination.) When I had my own place I had to have floral sheets. Sheets any color but white.
Today, my daughter—who has excellent taste, by the way—thinks white sheets are the ultimate luxury.