Geezzzzzz!!!! So SOON??!?? This was supposed to take awhile! I just got used to seeing the sign for Pete’s sake. I was quite comfy in BIIYP and was not ready to have strangers (otherwise known as BUYERS to regular people who list their homes) coming into my home! No! I didn’t want to show it! But the PIA voice started nagging. I could clearly hear her lecturing me about wasting Marilyn’s time if I wasn’t serious. About having wasted MY time too. “Alright ALRIGHT!!! I’ll show it! Shutup already!” I hollered to the PIA voice.
So you might think that with my half-hearted attitude about selling, that I would give showing the house a half-hearted effort, but that is just not me. Nope. Everything had to be perfect. Each showing was akin to preparing for a visit by heads of state. Every tiny speck of dust removed, every pillow karate-chopped just the right way. Did I mention that I am a Certified Professional Home Stager and HGTV addict? Well, I may not have really wanted to sell my house, but darn it! It was going to look like it jumped out of Better Homes and Gardens for every showing no matter how I felt inside!! Probably the funniest incident happened when I was in such a pre-showing rush and panic, I whipped myself around and accidentally stuck the running vacuum cleaner hose into dog’s water dish and it started sucking up water!! So that showing wasn’t quite perfect of course since I had to have the vacuum upside down in the basement sink draining out the water. Lesson learned. “Budget your time a little better” the voice said……. At another showing, the PIA voice nagged about giving more attention to detail. “Maybe next time, you can remember to take down the bra hanging from the clothes line in the basement.”
I met each prospective buyer at the door, at least momentarily. Yeah, yeah….I know you aren’t supposed to. I cleared out quickly enough, but I wanted to get a read on the people who might buy “my baby”. All told, I had a crew that came in and toured 3 times and each time they came, the entourage grew (should I set up a polling station??). Another couple who came twice and spent at least an hour both times (The house is all of 1,176 square feet. Seriously??? I don’t take that long to view some of the mansions at Newport). Then they gave me an insulting offer. Obviously, after all the time they took to look, they gave not a second’s thought to the problem with ticking off an emotional seller. They found out quickly enough…… Then there was the couple who said the yard was too big (that would be why there is a lot size and lots of pictures in the listing (sigh…). The single lady who had a big house and was trying to downsize. A former colleague who told my agent that she knew my house was perfect because that’s how I did everything at work. I decided to take that as a compliment and ignore the PIA voice reminding me about my tendency to nit-pick. Each time, I did NOT want to show the house. Each time, I ran myself ragged making everything perfect. And each time someone didn’t want it, I felt myself indignantly asking “And just why the heck NOT??? HMPH!!!”. Most importantly, with each “No”, I was able to stick with the satisfaction of the BIIYP. Hey, I had no control over these folks, right? I was doing my best to make the house look great. It wasn’t my fault that no one was buying (or forcing me into changing). So basically, I’d put in a good faith effort to make it look great, and feel a bit put-off when someone said no. But if truth be told, there was that feeling of “Whew…I dodged THAT bullet!”. There is probably some technical name for this in the psychology books under general weirdness or wishy-washiness or something along those lines, but I think the term “scared of change” would be most appropriate.
And then THEY came. I liked them.
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