"The Flax of Life": How Our Love for Linen Compares with Martin Raymond's

Posted on August 16 2011

"The Flax of Life": How Our Love for Linen Compares with Martin Raymond's


As the only mill in North America left weaving linen, this fiber is particularly special to us. For most people, there is a poor perception of what a linen blanket is. In many ways, Martin Raymond - lecturer, writer, and Lifestyle analyst - said it best when he wrote "The Flax of Life: In love with Linen?":

Linen’s best kept secret lies in its versatility. And in many ways this has also been its downfall. There are still too many people who imagine it to be like the linen of their youth – tough, papery and never seeing a crease it didn’t like.


Quite the contrary of its traditional bad name, linen is quite soft and suple - a fabric that actually continues to soften with every wash. In fact, Raymond goes on in his article to explain:

Linen that can be machine washed, tumble dried, coated with silicon or mixed with jersey, viscose, Tactel, Tencel, silk or hemp to improve performance, durability or drape. Indeed, new generations of linen can cling to the body with a fit that’s every bit as smooth and sensual as the naughtiest of bias-cut dresses.
For more on linen, and a look at our linen selection, be sure to check out our 100% linen blankets, available in three different colors! And to leave you with a little something: he may say it a bit more eloquently than we, but as Martin Raymond suggests, linen can be easily repressed and "uncrinkled" quickly:
Finally, if like me you have no time for such Teutonic diversions with iron and water spray, remember linen is a fabric the young and old forgive alike. Once in a Pall Mall club, as dead as many of its members, I heard an old gent tut-tut as the man ahead of me passed through into the bar with a creased blazer. ‘No respect, no respect!’ Prepared for my equally rumpled linen suit to attract the same slash and burn criticism, I was relieved to hear him mutter, ‘Ah now, linen, well that’s different.’ And it is.
By Brahms Mount