My father-in-law was an architect and this is a photo of the first house he built in the late fifties for his beautiful young wife and son. I love the mood it sets, seeing the bike abandoned, the open door, possibly in favour of a more urgent project for a busy little boy. The owner of the bike grew up and is now my husband.
What are your memories of your first house?
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The Lost Woman series follows the sexy adventures of Christina as she makes her way through a world of new media, design, fashion, travel, and … men.