Friday, July 14, 2017

Real Estate Glamour



It’s 60 degrees and raining – not very July-like – and so today will be a good packing day. After our flurry of whipping the homestead into a state of unrealistic tidiness for all the real estate photos, I may even welcome the return of boxes everywhere.
          Yesterday we sat with the real estate lady and sorted through documents for a good portion of the morning. I had on a more presentable pair of black shorts and a new-ish tee shirt, now that I had a reprieve from the back-breaking work of shoveling mulch, handwashing the green film from the shadier parts of our siding, and vacuuming and scrubbing floors.
          Before beginning the heavy paperwork, we settled at the kitchen table with her iPad and viewed the photos she’d taken the previous day. Our house, which is a fairly unpretentious place, gleamed invitingly in the pictures. The kitchen beamed back at us, the dining room glowed, and light ricocheted off the living room floor. The upstairs bedrooms somehow had gained at least three feet in square footage and even the Pepto Bismol tile in the guest bathroom wasn’t so bad.
          A small frown crossed the realtor’s forehead when the second bathroom popped into view.
          “I’ve noticed . . . see the tile there? The grout is a bit darker here.”
          I’m sure she’d reviewed all the photos before coming to see us, but as though the thought had just occurred to her, she said, “You know what? If you could just scrub that with a little bleach, I could re-take that before I go. Oh, and if we put some of those beautiful tiger lilies you have on the counter it would look terrific!”
          It was already a humid 85 degrees outside, but we need to sell this house. 
          I dug around through my stripped kitchen cupboards, found something that could pass as a vase, put on my sandals, and went outside. Pickings were a little lean so I climbed the hill next to the house and clipped two tiger lilies and one day lily, along with a few ferns.
          My morning shower was already proving to have been pointless. Perspiring, I left my now-muddy sandals outside and carried the flowers and the vase upstairs.
          I dug the bottle of Clorox out from under the sink. Black shorts and a black and white tee was not the best uniform for this job.
          Hoping she wouldn’t suddenly decide to come up and oversee my efforts, I stripped down to my underwear and got to work.
          I didn’t see a huge change in the grout but I was a little cooler.

8 comments:

  1. Glad to know you are such an accommodating customer for her! I hope she does get a buyer for you right away. :-)

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    1. I'm sure those lilies will be what tips the balance!

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  2. she better be a crack realtor after telling you to go scrub grout with bleach. I would be expecting 10 contracts next week.

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  3. Sigh. I hope your hard work pays immense dividends. And have to admit I never put flowers in the bathroom. Obviously I am out of touch...

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    1. The lilies all wilted by the end of the day - They would have been much happier being left in the yard!

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  4. If I had a dollar for every house I've viewed online that showed blackened grout around tubs and showers, I could afford to buy a home of my own. Scrubbing with bleach doesn't usually get immediate results. You have to apply the bleach and leave it for a few minutes before the scrubbing and rinsing. a quicker way is with a "grout pencil", available here from hardware stores, they're in almost any colour to match almost any grout and you just colour over any smudged areas.

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    1. Wow - there's a useful piece of information! Thanks!

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  5. Sounds like she was picky, hope that works for you and it sells quickly! :)

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