My attic, like most things in my life, is oversized. At 17,000 square feet, it's larger than the condominium where I plan to move. But, I'll write about downsizing another time (just the word causes me great anxiety), and, instead, invite you in to this special part of my haven. I know that, when people think "attic," they usually visualize stuffing things away and going back "someday" to sort them out. Not me; I'm not only a chronic sorter, but I think more of the attic as "my special storage space" than "out of sight, out of mind."
Candy's 17,000 square foot attic
One friend said, "You treat Randy and Tori's school awards as importantly as Aaron's big TV statues." I liked that. Each item is a piece of our lives, and they deserve better than to be poorly packed away until the dreaded clean-out-the-attic day finally arrives. I actually look forward to going to the attic and climb up there at least four or five times a week, and sometimes every day. There's too much of our lives up there to be stuffed, piled andRead More »from A peek at Candy Spelling's colossal 17,000-square-foot atticâ€”plus, how she conquers all that clutter