An attic, often called a scary place by many. I love my attic. One part, filled with well, let’s say “my stuff”, the other half I have left open for pictures of all sorts. Even as a child, I would often play in the attic of my gramma’s old home. There seems to be such a feeling or ambience for me in the top floor of an old house.
- Smithsonian opens up its attic (gadling.com)
- Your crazy aunt in the attic lives in style in Northbrook (chicagonow.com)
- Attics: Rustic Elegance (apartmenttherapy.com)