What Marie Antoinette Wore to Bed.

Marie Antoinette had everything. Her father was Emperor. Her husband was king. She was queen.

But Versailles suffocated her. She hated the acres of ormolu, miles of mirrors, armies of flatterers. She yearned for something else; she yearned for innocence.

She almost got it; built another world for herself. Off in the woods, far from Versailles, she created a tiny hamlet of farms, cowsheds, private apartments with thatched roofs, dairies, vegetable gardens, a ballroom in the form of a barn; a little gleaming river, even a secluded meadow.

Few were ever invited to see it. But it was a sensation. This simple nightshirt epitomizes Marie Antoinette’s dream of innocence.

Innocent it is. No lace. No embroidery. No gewgaws. Pure cotton (the best there is). Fresh, crisp, innocent. Four button placket. Band collar. Imported.

Sleep in it, walk along beaches in it, visit a secluded meadow in it.

Marie Antoinette Nightshirt (No. J1019).