My bed, most of the time, but also occasionally in an auditorium chair.

I am a purist who sleeps in a short, thin white cotton nightgown or my husband’s white cotton t-shirts from Brooks Brothers. I have slept in roughly the same getups since I was a little girl. On our second anniversary, my husband gave me a dozen white cotton nightgowns from Pratesi and they are among my favorite possessions. The traditional second anniversary gift is cotton (which I, of course, would never have known, but this kind of research is among the many reasons I married him). I think I must have come by this sleepwear proclivity naturally. My mother still sleeps in oversized white t-shirts, and I will never forget her telling me about the beautiful white cotton and lace nightgown and peignoir my great-grandmother was “laid out” in when she died. In those days in Nashville, Tennessee, there was no funeral home viewing in a casket. People were literally “put to bed” in their own bed at home, in their finest nightwear for a day or two before the funeral. I guess I better go easy on one of my anniversary gifts, just in case …