Breathless.

I suppose this is what you would call roughing it, British-style.

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In the Kitchen

There is something wonderfully authentic, genuine, even spontaneous about this kitchen. That perfect stream of dappled light, the door casually thrown askew, and that one-of-a-kind hood leave me yearning for a private tour...bonus points if a chilled glass of white was included.

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Grown Up Hideout

The boys are on spring break. Which means that I am perpetually responding to a chorus of,

"I'm bored." Wouldn't it be nice to have a grown up hideout like the one above. Just to catch your breath. For a minute (or an hour).

Tell me it's not just me.

{gorgeous space via the portfolio of Gabriel Hendifar}