Whew, that was a lonnnnnnnnng weekend, but we scrambled about like crazy and at around midnight last night I had the last of the stuff either put back in the house where it belonged, or stored away where it was out of sight.
It looks very nice. I'd live there, except there's no way in hell we could afford it if weren't already in it. Funny how that works.
Here's what we did to "fluff" the house:
Painted, patched and redid the floors of the boot room and laundry area (which was basically a grotto)
Painted the baseboards throughout the house (totally trashed after years of having toy cars smashed into them)
Repainted the front porch, and straighten the wonky column (which we should have done years ago*
Patched and paint the basement ceiling where it had some water damage
Emptied out the back sunroom of years of crap and junk and turned it into a storage area that Martha would have been proud of
Painted the trim on the back of the house
Painted both back doors
Filled a storage locker with stuff that would make the place look more open and spacious
Filled a small junk truck with stuff that made the place look like a junk heap.
Then last night I cleared off the back porch, hosed everything down and put out the chairs on the back patio. Oh my God I was sore and tired. I'm still feeling it today. (My last official task was I quickly mowed the back lawn this morning.)
But with the exception of the Kid Brother studio in the basement, which is still jam packed with stuff that Carol wants for work, the place looks open, airy and just lovely. This morning the photographer came with the agent to take pictures for the listing, and Carol tells me the sign just went up.
Let the crazy real estate games begin!
* This thought applies to pretty much everything we did.
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