So far, no one who’s viewed my house has made an offer. I know, I know…there’ve been only four showings. Plus, it hasn’t even been on the market for a week.
Tomorrow, there are now three scheduled showings and an open house. Here’s hoping someone falls in love…because this morning, I signed the contingency offer accepted by the owner of the house into which I want to sink tens of thousands of dollars, and gallons of blood, toil, sweat and – no doubt – tears*. It’s a 1915 Arts & Crafts fixer-upper.
Perhaps, it’s all just a massive and expensive justification to build furniture with through-tenons.; I’m so over dovetails.
* Yes, I know I changed Churchill’s word order; poetic license.