Growlery is a word invented by Charles Dickens in his 1852 serial, Bleak House.

The author, whose work could best be described as … um, well, “Dickensian,” wrote, “This, you must know, is the growlery. When I am out of humour, I come and growl here.”

A place to turn the worst of times into the best of times.

A retreat to go to when you’re feeling out of sorts.

A place of refuge, used to get yourself out of a funk.

A den, or a lair, with which to prowl with one’s growler out. (Urban Dictionary)

What’s your personal growlery? A bathtub, filled with bubbles and a glass of wine? A windowseat with a stack of TBR novels? A pup tent in the mountains? A family dinner with everyone at home all at once for a change? An easel with new paints set up in the garden?

“A study or growlery is just as dear to a man’s heart as a boudoir is to a woman’s; and the master of the house deserves to have some corner which shall be his very own, whither he can retire when he wishes to read or work, or simply smoke and rest, or receive business visitors, blissfully undisturbed by the rest of the household.”
– Lambert’s Suburban Architecture, 1894

Man cave? But we disagree … women need a growlery, too!


Leave a comment 4 Comments

  1. Lisa Von Saunder says:

    I live by myself, so I guess my entire farmhouse and farmette is my own growlery. What a wonderful word !
    Thanks MaryJane for teaching us farmgirls another useful new word.

  2. Winnie Nielsen says:

    Currently, my growlery is my back porch where I can sit and watch the birds at the feeders and enjoy a cup of coffee or tea. It is a little spot that makes me smile any time of day. At night , I have little colored Christmas lights strung across the front that makes it seem even more festive. Plus there is a fan with a light so you can snuggle on the little sofa and read. Being outdoors in the fresh air always gives me a change of attitude.

  3. Krista says:

    I agree! Women do need their own growlery. I would have to say my growlery would be snuggled on the couch with a blanket while I crochet. It’s my escape from the world.

  4. Lorraine says:

    Mine is my sewing room or my camper, even if it’s sitting in my yard. Some place where it’s quite and I can just breathe.

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