My search for the perfect pillow has taken me everywhere, from the pillow menus of luxury hotels to trying out my friends’ sleep set-ups when I pop round. I’ve spent long nights punching fillings back into place only to wake with my head slumped against the mattress, and days stumbling around sleep-deprived, with a crick in my neck and a temperament akin to a grizzly bear’s.
I would argue that finding the pillow of your dreams is harder even than the search for the perfect pair of jeans or the killer LBD. It’s more personal than duvet togs, and as uplifting to your mood as rays of sunshine. Hours lost to a poor pillow are ones you’ll never get back. If you’re a big sleeper like me, a good one is utterly crucial to your health, wellbeing and outlook. So why is finding the perfect pillow so elusive?
