Monthly Archives: July 2013

Having to keep the bathroom pristine and looking as if it’s never been used (in preparation for last-second showings) makes it challenging to keep oneself in the same state. I’m living as if I’m a dirty hippie (albeit one who … Continue reading →

There’s no reason I have to live in an Arts & Crafts house to start making Arts & Crafts furniture. It just seems as if I should…because right now I typically build Shaker pieces. I do, in fact, live pretty … Continue reading →

OK – so a wee case of the jitters yesterday. I’m over it. I know – with all the work I’ve done and had done – that my house is appropriately priced for the market. For whatever reason, though, let’s … Continue reading →

During a showing at my house on Sunday, I checked out the competition* at an open house. That was a disheartening decision. The day after my house went on the market, another Victorian a few blocks south was listed for … Continue reading →

Possum’s face pretty much sums up how I feel. It’s not that I truly expected anyone to walk through the house today and immediately gush, “Yes – I must have it; let’s write a contract now!” But I was hoping … Continue reading →

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 … Continue reading →

I had two showings tonight, there’s one tomorrow and one on Sunday, along with a two-hour open house. While I am eager to sell my house so that I can buy another, I’m more eager not to have to keep … Continue reading →

There’s a sign in my yard; I guess that makes it official. (Non-pro and possibly erroneous tip: Choose a realty company with marketing materials that complement or match your house colors.) And, I got feedback from yesterday’s viewers; it seems … Continue reading →

Today, I had the first house showing scheduled from 6-7 p.m. Perfect; just enough time to get home after work to clean the litter boxes, check for hairballs, etc. But last night I was sleepless and anxiety ridden. Despite all … Continue reading →

My second-floor shop is freakishly neat. The bench is mostly bare and the majority of my hand tools are stashed in my chest. The “overflow” hand tools (yes, I have maybe one or two) are in various boxes or hanging … Continue reading →