My Boudoir……(its more than a secret place)

It feels kind of strange; almost like buying a large chocolate chip cookie, getting an ornate jar with intricate designs in gold on a wrought iron mantelpiece too high to reach from just standing. For days you walk past and stare at it wondering when it will be time to sit in a quiet corner with a good book on a rainy day and just savor first the smell of it, then the taste of it and afterwards the quiet satisfaction of having waited for the right time…….hmmm…….that’s the definition of ‘Secrets’ for me and that quiet corner is ‘My Boudoir’……welcome to my Secret Place! (maybe yours too!)