The Money Pit is going up for sale. I sure hope it doesn’t sit on the market for the next 2 years much like the current status of several homes for sale in our
It is HIGH time we downsized to something more manageable. As empty nesters, Hubby and I just do not need three levels of dust, cobwebs and A/C expense.
So, anal bretentive Kimmer has begun the overwhelming task of getting this house in shape for strangers to snoop around in basically at any time of the day or night. My intentions were good, I assure you, but things have gotten out of hand. The
house now looks ten times worse than it did before I began this venture. According to “proper staging techniques” LESS IS MORE! And the more baseboards a potential buyer can see, the better. Right now, I have no baseboards or corners or empty walls…
A few months back, my brother came to visit and as he was touring the house for the first time, he said, “Man, you got a lot of shit on the walls.” At first, I thought
that was an offensive thing to say, but now…I really do have a lot of shit on the walls. Where in the hell did I accumulate all of this artwork? And knick-knacks? What is some of this stuff? I told daughter Sari to come over and go “shopping” through the piles now taking over the dining room. Do you know she only took three lousy things? And one of them was hers to begin with! She actually said her tiny house could not afford extra clutter. Clutter?
Ok, Ok…it’s true I have shit and clutter. I do. And it is taking me every night after work and every weekend to corral this crap and move it out. Someone remind me…daily…no more decorative throw pillows!
Can anyone say Tag Sale?