My first adult purchase was a house. A very quirky but fabulous house that had once been John Barrymore’s aviary where he kept exotic birds in a large skylit room that became my bedroom. Katharine Hepburn and Marlon Brando had both rented the house and it had stained-glass windows with scenes from Barrymore’s movies. It was a tiny house with a little living room with a 30-foot ceiling with a cupola and a huge wrought-iron chandelier suspended from a stained-glass circle at the top. It was truly a magical house with a huge personality.