So, in an effort to help my house reach maximum selling potential, I did a little, okay, a lot of furniture rearranging this weekend.
Mostly, I concentrated on the master. I took out one huge armoire, and as we were moving it to the garage it busted into a million pieces. This was not a huge surprise to me, seeing as how Rodney bought it at Big Lots about 6 years ago (or more) for 100 dollars. So, its time has come and gone. It served its purpose, and now it sits sad and busted in the garage. I had to move it out though, because I wanted to change the position of the bed. I heard on HGTV that you should always try to put the bed on the wall furthest from the door to try to make the room look longer, and larger. So, thus the need for the armoire removal. The next step was to get rid of the computer desk that Rodney has had since before we got married. I estimate that thing at 10 years old. It was one of those box jobs, you know where you have to put it together. It was too big for what I needed, so it had to go. Its fate is similar to the armoire... pieces of it remain on the garage floor.
So, then, I had a dilemma. Where to put the computer? The huge, iMac. So, I went to Wal-Mart and bought the smallest, simplest, computer desk I could find and came home to put it together. I'll take pictures of my room tomorrow, when I'm not so tired. But, I think it looks a million times better like this. It feels so spacious in here now.
It was very hard to sleep in here last night though, because the feng shui was off I suppose, but none the less... I like it! The really cool thing, I just discovered. Is because the computer desk is now right next to my bed, I can turn the monitor towards me, sit in bed (where my feet are toasty), and type! It's like a desktop/laptop and it is truly remarkable.
Now. There is one small casualty of this weekend's endeavors. My finger. My sweet, adorable, right hand pointer finger. You see, one of my other genius ideas was to 'stage' the brick patio we have in the backyard. This involved spray painting a very darling little glider bench. So, I bought some nice spray paint and got to town. It ended up taking 6 cans of spray paint to finally cover that darn thing. And, you guessed it, the nerve ending in the tip of my finger... dead! So, hopefully that will resolve itself and I won't require an amputation. That would be bad.
The realtor tour went through today. Our realtor said they had all positive comments to share and that everybody was really excited and impressed by the house. (Despite the fact that we've had a sign in our yard for three weeks now with no showings). I don't want it to sell, just yet, though because the timing would be really inconvenient. I'm hoping for like a May 15th closing. That would be perfect. It is making this Spring semester fly by though. I can't believe we are already into February, and staring Spring Break right down the nose.
I have plans next week to go to Houston and househunt with Rodney. I have two job interviews (more or less screening interviews with the HR departments). But, this will at least give me a footing. I'm excited!
Pictures later, when the feeling in my upload finger returns :)
4 comments:
That is so very exciting about the job interviews and the positive response on the house. I hope things work out just perfectly with all of that. Good luck with the screenings/interviews.
Exciting! What school district are you looking at? House hunting is so exciting but was very nerve racking for me as well. I hope everything works out perfectly! :)
I hope your finger recuperates! I've always got some weird, random injury like that. We've kind of entered into the "cheap college furniture falls apart" stage in our relationship too. It's the first real sign (even moreso than children and bills) that you're a grown up.
oh my gosh!!!! We are thinking of selling our house too!!! geez... crazy times. I love that you called me today!! How funny that she saw him there!! Sorry I didn't call you back. It's 9:20 right now and I just got home not too long ago... Love you!!
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