A client gave me two sets of Frette Sheets as a gift. Over the next 18 years I loved and lavished those sheets. They are fragile, they constantly ripped in the washing machine, and I'd bring them to the tailor for expensive repairs. Eventually, both sets became unusable and now all I have are a few square patches to rub against my cheek, a reminder of a time I was given, and struggled to maintain, true Luxury.