October 14, 2012
I flee at noon, feeling physically ill at the thought of strangers strolling through my home. But there are friends to meet, and we return after the fact and I show them my oh-so-clean and lovely, if somewhat depersonalized, home myself. And the good news is that people came and saw and liked it. All this, like the roses of summer, will pass.
It is weird when people come to view your home…at least the personal items are not in their view.
slpmartin
October 20, 2012 at 10:40 am
Personal enough though. I’ve never sold a house before.
mairmusic
October 20, 2012 at 6:56 pm
those flowers are fabulous.
Sharmishtha Basu
October 21, 2012 at 6:37 am
As are they all– thanks!
mairmusic
October 22, 2012 at 11:28 am
Sympathize. :-(
Jamie Dedes
October 21, 2012 at 10:23 pm
Hard for a private person.
mairmusic
October 22, 2012 at 11:24 am