So Rob and I were staging my house to sell so that I could move to set up home with him this last summer and we had cleared out So. Much. Stuff. that the house looked bare and sad. It went from being slightly cluttered to looking totally plain and I lived like that a few weeks and I found that it made me a bit sad. There’s something about living in a house that is well loved and lived in. It sure was a lot easier to dust but it was a little depressing. And so we worried that others would walk in and wonder, how did somebody live here? Since the house was going to be unmanned for a few weeks at a time while on the market we wanted to give the impression that somebody lived there all of the time. The last thing we needed was somebody robbing the joint when they realized that TV sets and computers and tools were hanging out in this house all alone night after night.
We mainly worried about the living room, master bedroom and the “kid’s room” looking too bare. Yep, we made up a bedroom for an imaginary kid to appeal more to potential family buyers. But we were also a bit worried about budget. There had already been so much money spent on redoing the house to get it to sell that the profit margin was going to be small and there was the fact that the house didn’t get listed within months as planned but a year and a half. That’s 18 months of mortgages I had to pay for a house I rarely even lived in.
To be fair, the house eventually sold but I was told that I had “royally screwed the whole thing up” and that I could have done so much better had I left the house alone 100%, put it on the market the minute I decided to sell and asked 10,000 less. Only ten thousand less when at least 15,000 was spent on the remodel and another $17,000 on mortgage payments. Sigh.
But we HAD to warm up that house. So we went and we took all of the change we could find in the house and cashed it in at the bank. And then we went and took every little thing I had gotten from Walmart and set aside to return but never did. We grabbed a gift card I had been given and wound up getting a $400 rug for around $70. As we were walking out, me with a smile on my face because, let’s face it, everybody likes getting a pretty new rug, a guy shouted “new rug day?” To which I excitedly responded “YES!” He then told us just how much his wife loves new rug day and how she’s been saying it’s time to mark the calendar soon :)
Even if I was told that it would have been more successful another way it is now over, which is fab, and it was still a happy experience. Rob and I worked together to get the house finished up to sell the house and then drove all of my stuff 2 days down to South Texas together to start a new life and that made me happy. Though it sucked for him my dad busted his butt (and literally broke his back) because that’s how much he loves me and knowing that you’re loved will always make you happy. And, by God, that freaking rug that is now in our master bedroom makes me happy every, dang, day, too!
See how to make a rug with me over at Mom Spark this week. It’s puffy and comfy and amazing and, I’ve got to tell you, a rug can pretty much change your whole life ;)