As a freelance writer, I’ve bounced around the house, looking for that perfect work space. Since our house is pretty small, I only have a few options.
And even fewer that work.
I was very bummed when the boudoir-office fell though. My boudoir is the red room behind our bedroom that holds our clothes, various craft WIPs and all the girlie stuff that just doesn’t work in the rest of the house – like feather boas and Mardi Gras beads and pinup posters. It’s a froof-fest, and I love it. It was going to be the perfect space for isolating myself from the rest of the house and getting in that creative zone.