If you look up the definition of boudoir you will see it was originally 'a woman's bedroom or small private room used for sleeping, dressing, relaxing, and entertaining'. The kind of entertaining is not specified...
Its origin is from the 18th century French, literally a 'sulking place' from boudoir to 'pout, sulk'. This makes complete sense. I have often flounced off to my bedroom to sulk or, what was more likely, to seethe in impotent fury. Now that I am single this no longer happens and I can enjoy my bedroom in peace.
So why am I wittering on you ask? Well, a few weeks ago it was a cold, chilly day. It was getting dark earlier than usual because of the lowering clouds and I decided I was going to seek refuge in my bedroom. I made myself a cup of tea and took it through. I drew the curtains, switched on the light and the heater and robed myself in garment of total shapelessness, bright pink and covered in horses (don't ask). It will never win awards for glamour and sylishness but if they were handing out gongs for total comfort then this would be top of the list. It also has a hood which is useful for keeping the back of my neck warm.
I took my place on the bed. Cushions piled up high behind me, rug over my feet. Books to hand, ditto laptop and all was gemutlich. I stayed there all afternoon and it was total bliss. Did I doze off? Well, yes I did I was so comfy. Since then I have now got into a routine of doing all my chores, shopping whatever needs to be done in the morning and after lunch I retire to My Boudoir and there I stay.
It is not a glamorous room, I do not have a chaise longue or a bed festooned with drapes and posh bedding, but it is mine own and here I can snuggle and relax and do Exactly what I Like.
Bliss.
Every woman should have a boudoir.
Au reservoir.
