"Spelling told The Associated Press that she let her dog Madison, a soft-coated Wheaten Terrier, help pick out the best real estate agent for the task. She had her security bring the dog into the room every time she met one of the candidate agents and watched how the dog reacted. If Madison didn't like them, Spelling crossed them off the list. "
Apparently, the same rigorous method was use to hire decorators and architects. Oh, and the security.
During the dusk of Lord Spelling's life, with furrowed brow and a spirit of disquietude, he could be found aimlessly roaming the regal halls of his stately manor.
If one could discern the hushed and fevered words that escaped his trembling lips it would have stripped bare a sinister family secret.
For the Doll's insatiable lust for blood would not go unappeased.
And the pile of rotting housekeepers and gardeners in the basement was not getting any smaller.
I seem to remember Joan Didion, maybe in After Henry, saying that Candy Spelling ordered Aaron Spelling to tear down part of the house that was already built, to lower the foundation and then to begin work anew because there was a department store visible from the house. I could be wrong about that though.
Ohhhhh, I've TOTALLY been inside that house, back in the late 80s/early 90's when I was bffs with a young Tori. We'd go through her infinite collection of Barbies and dream of someday being on TV.
And by THAT I mean my family would often get up when it was still dark outside to drop my dad off at this godforsaken mansion because he was one of the laborers in the construction team. We only had one run-down car that my parents had to share to get to their 15 hour day manual labor jobs.
nothing beats being a poor immigrant youth, bitches! You can only go up from there.
Even at 8 years old, i remember thinking this was the most ridiculous and unnecessary monstrosity I had ever seen in my short life.
@gerbilsoutofexile...is cheap and easy: That's a very positive and non-judgmental comment. You are a very supportive person. Have you ever considered becoming flying buttress?
It'll cost $150 million just to get rid of that decor. Sweet baby Jesus, pic #10, THAT WALLPAPER. That room is going to give me nightmares tonight. Thanks.
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Apparently, the same rigorous method was use to hire decorators and architects. Oh, and the security.
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If one could discern the hushed and fevered words that escaped his trembling lips it would have stripped bare a sinister family secret.
For the Doll's insatiable lust for blood would not go unappeased.
And the pile of rotting housekeepers and gardeners in the basement was not getting any smaller.
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Good gawd - how many vats of antique white paint did they consume? I bet every damned lampshade in there is pleated.
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And by THAT I mean my family would often get up when it was still dark outside to drop my dad off at this godforsaken mansion because he was one of the laborers in the construction team. We only had one run-down car that my parents had to share to get to their 15 hour day manual labor jobs.
nothing beats being a poor immigrant youth, bitches! You can only go up from there.
Even at 8 years old, i remember thinking this was the most ridiculous and unnecessary monstrosity I had ever seen in my short life.
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