ww.youtube.com/watch?v=ETy8pHWhVlE (in case you need a soundtrack)
Realtors, as a general rule, are folks that as a collective, don’t posses the personality to be locked in a conference room for the duration of a day. . .we’re doers, connectors and terminal fidgeters.
Learning how to marry MANY multiple programs- and if you haven’t met me yet, technology makes me want to poke my eye out on a GOOD day. Hopefully, creating some systems and organization to help things move along smoothly as I get a little busier with family life and leave NONE of you in the lurch.
Back to death by power point. . .and allowing myself a second (gasp) full sugar and full caffeine soda so I can hang with the big dogs today.
I swear I had a cute (granted, not as cute to rival Princess Kate or Halle) bump going this am and I’m feeling this angle has me looking more large than I really am- but the two of us are manning the model home in Sneads Ferry (NC) today and tomorrow. Stop by and say hi, get some groovy decorating ideas (designed by a former Trading Spaces star-I’ll even tell you which one!) and a hug or a belly rub for luck!
. . . to hold all the adventures -fun, work and personal, planned for this summer.
I started the season deciding I could tackle (and do a better job) hand painting my fence than a professional. Sadly, after days in the sun, sharing personal space with bugs that have no aversion to bug spray and starting my seasonal “tan” (shooting for band-aid beige). . .I’ll never be doing that again.
Thankfully, I was bailed out by a dear pal who helped me wrap up the job so I’m bribing her after the fact with a pedicure and a steak dinner, because, nothing says THANKS A BUNCH like pretty toes and a huge meal (btw, fence painting, according to our iphone app, burns about 2k calories per session, so dinner calories today don’t count!).
I’d post pics of our loverly toes after a nice trip to the salon, but I think after years of dancing injuries (pointe, not pole) and deftly finding coffee tables and other furniture in the dark with my toes, it’s a community service that I do not. I have visions of the Brush Up company from the Wizard of Oz dancing through my head, but with a steak on the side, which, let’s all be frank, was probably what the Lion was REALLY thinking during his hot oil treatment!
Brace yourself for more fun seasonal updates, but then, maybe that’s what you’re hoping to read here hence the thirty day spike in site visits? 🙂 I’m thrilled you’re here and offer you a virtual glass of iced tea or lemonade, if you’re a libra like me, perhaps an Arnold Palmer is more up your alley?
I’ll try to write more interesting things now that I’m mostly don’t with manual labor for the season but if you’d like more to do, visit my Pinterest page, it’s been getting a WORK OUT lately! Lots of real estate ideas, paint swatches, renovation suggestions and a few dessert recipes. . .and MORE.
Here’s a handy dandy link: http://pinterest.com/mckenzie27/pins/
One of the most fantastic things about my job is matching someone up with a home, somtimes that means a new home. New Homes, like new cars, come with an especially nice scent. Even nicer are the daydreams of large walk-in closets, extra pantry storage and floor to ceiling cabinets. . .and how everything in your old place looks to have a special and completely organized new location once you move in and unpack. I fantasize about organization because up until fairly recently I held on to everything. Everything? Yes, until recently, I had four sets of dishes (for men that just groaned, one is the “good china” which I actually use quite often on friends and family, the second fiestaware that was my grandparents-and yes, real men can eat off petal pink vintage plates and like it…and two “every day” sets, one of which was just gifted to a pal) and mid marathon training and weight loss, way too many sizes of clothes (I just parted with a Jcrew sweater from 1997. . .I’m “leaning into the discomfort” of the project and massively “editing”).
What I am hanging on to are fun gems like these, magazine clippings and photos of things I love. I was organizing the pile of articles, pictures and biographies and came across this, which makes me laugh and goes to show even early on we know what we’re going to be when we “grow up.” This home is located not far off the Pali highway on Oahu, just on the edge of Manoa where my school Mid Pacific Institute was located. I was lucky enough to pass this home as well as several amazing structures with killer views of the leeward side of the island. I imagined nothing cooler than waking up and looking out the left side of the house, sipping coffee and literally staring at Diamond Head. Years later (but several years ago) I came across this ad in Town and Country magazine and had to clip it out and it’s been in my overstuffed notes journal almost since then. “Your story book dream house awaits you high above it all in Hawaii. Located ten minutes from white sand beaches, Diamond Head, restaurants, rain forests and shopping, this historic five bedroom, four bath, 5,700 square foot home was fully refurbished in 2003 and offers incredible 180 degree views. Offered at 1,900,000.” I made a color copy, it’s on the vision board now.
Maybe it was the lack of cable, but we happened to be a pretty PBS friendly house as a kid growning up. Instead of tons of cartoons, I was raised on Bob Underhill’s “Woodwright Shop” and “This Old House” and “MYSTERY” with the fantastic intro drawn by Edward Gorey (not so topical, but still fascinating). I was in love with my Fisher Price yellow, two story colonial with a working (!) kitchen pendant lamp. The house was freqently moving around my room (location, location, location) and it’s furnishings being arranged (I’m still not a fan of plastic bath tubs, if only Waterworks existed then).
I hope you find fun reminders of why you are where you are. Clippings like this do that for me as well as where I want to be. . .I debate about going back to school to study architecture but in these days of books of plans at the local Barnes and Noble for ten bucks and autocad, it seems like less of a craft. Besides, I think I’m more of a house groupie or match maker. The older, or more unusual. . .even better. I dream of tiles and vistas and kitchen islands. . .I know, not very exciting but it’s nice to have a one track mind when you love what you do.