But I digress. Pictures—that's what I was talking about. I'm putting together a little blog with a couple of slide shows to direct potential buyers to. You are welcome to take a look and let me know what you think. Here. So I am looking at my own house through the eyes of potential buyers. I take my photos, then I look at them on the monitor and I tweak the brightness and contrast and crop out the messy stack of magazines and the jacket hanging on the back of a chair. And it's amazing. I really have never seen my own house like this.
Suddenly I'm nostalgic for this house, even though we are still here. Then I notice those odd things like the chandelier that isn't centered over the table. I've lived with it so long I don't notice it until I see it in a photo. Sometimes I think it is a good thing to move just so you start to see things in a new setting or in a new way—or as they really are. When I packed up things that were cluttering the kitchen countertops I noticed how old and grungy some of them looked. My blender was a wedding present 38 years ago. It works as well as ever, but the glass vessel is cloudy, the "white" plastic casing is yellow. It looks like hell and it's not making the move. But I hadn't really seen it, sitting right under my nose, for years.
When I got to my studio I cleaned up before taking pictures, but not too much. Of all rooms in the house, this is the one that has not been "staged" and pared down and stripped of its personal touches.I left the birds I made my recently sitting out on my cutting table. Maybe they will hold some charm for the people who come to look at the house. Maybe.
The sign goes up tomorrow. Wish us luck.