Yesterday, my most beautiful and gracious mother, Nan, came over and helped me turn my purple and red bedroom into a borish beige room. Mom had a catering function the night before and didn't get home until well after 2am. She was tired, but she was a trooper and I'm just VERY lucky to have her as my Mom and friend.
The room actually looks okay. Very neutral and I think much more saleable then the sexy boudoir that I had going (deep jewel tones, overstuffed pillows, gorgeous satin fabrics and sconces on the walls). Some of these Midwest type buyers are a bit uptight.
Naturally, we ran out of paint. I knew I should have listened to my gut feeling when the guy at Walmart told me that one coat would be enough (over Purple and Red??). So, Nan is coming back on Wednesday night to help me finish up the paint and move my furniture back.
I was joking that I feared someone would want to come and see the house between now and Wednesday. Shortly thereafter, I received a phone call from a gal asking if she and her friend could come in and see the place. I looked out the window and asked her if she already in my driveway and she laughed 'yes'. I, of course, panicked and said that the condo wasn't showable because I was in the process of painting but I'd run a fact sheet out to her and I hung up. Nan was yelling about me to just let them in and see the place because I might not get another chance. I took a quick look around and realized that the condo was clean, but just a bit disheveled. I ran out and invited them in with a warning about the condition.
There first words upon entering was that my color scheme was beautiful!! The gal that was interested recently moved back to Wisconsin from Okie with her daughter. I smelled 'divorce' but didn't ask. She was sweet but seemed kind of young. She didn't ask many questions, but I sent her off with a fact sheet, my number, and told her to call if she wanted to see the place 'put together'.
I don't think this is the buyer, but I laugh at the irony of the situation. I can go days...weeks without interest but the one day that the place isn't showable is the day that someone wants in.
Joe...keep doing your job!!
I'll post before and after pictures after the room is done.
5 comments:
Damn!! I thought you were inviting us to one of those parties where naked girls get painted and it looks like real clothes when they're done.
I've always wanted to see that live. :o)
Mike
Find me a buyer and I'll throw you one of those parties!! ;-)
That is so sweet of you to say such nice things about me. The funny thing about the girl who toured the condo is that I think she would have loved the purple and red walls!!
Ok, V -
I'll comment on your statue of St. Joe...I hope it works! Remember how long it took for us to sell our house in Delafield? Well, after 5 months on the market, I too buried a statue in my front yard. Said a prayer, the whole shebang. I hope your statue brings you better luck than ours did. Keep your fingers crossed, and your spirits up!!!
Karen
Oh, and just so you know if you chef up a huge batch of liver and fish and garlic and other smelly things, a prospective buyer will materialize in your front yard before you are done eating. Ditto if you are sick as a dog and haven't been able to leave the bathroom all day.
Remind me to tell you all of my realtor horror stories someday when we are laying on a beach in Playa sucking down tequila. I think you will love the one that prompted me to ring the doorbell, knock loudly and then shout Realtor as soon as I get in the door at each and every house house I show!
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