Summer at Tiffany…the book
One thing I love to do when I have time alone is curl up and read a good book. Since, today, my bedroom serves as my “boudoir”, I usually lie in my bed to read. In my dream (and hopefully near future) boudoir (of my very own), I would lie upon something like one of these to read my book or magazine of choice: This past year, on a trip to Half Price Books, I was walking down the aisle of thousands of books and it was as though the heavens opened up and shone light upon a little blue book (ok, I have to admit, realistically it was probably…
Boudoir [boo-dwahr]
I find the name My Little Boudoir perfectly suitable for this blog, which I hope you will adore as I do. You see, all of my life my bedroom has been a very sacred place for me. As a child, I would stay in my lovely pink floral room for hours (by choice) playing Barbie dolls, baby dolls or dress-up (ok I admit, sometimes it would go there when in a “time out” or to pout {see below}). As a tween I spent hours listening to cassette tapes gazing at my New Kids on the Block posters. As a teenager, with my walls plastered in pages torn from Vogue and…
