Saturday, June 12, 2010

On real estate

Sometimes, I'm glad that I am me. Recently, while perusing this endless library that is cyberspace, I discovered something wonderful. Instructions on how to make your own dressform out of duct tape! Pretty much all it involves is putting on an old t-shirt, covering yourself in duct tape, cutting yourself out, stuffing it with batting and putting it on a stick held up by an x-mas tree holder. I always knew that thing would come in handy. A dressform on average runs around 400 dollars, and isn't likely going to be a very close approximation to your body type. Especially if you're a six foot one vixen like myself (hardy har) who can hardly find any clothes that fit properly (my natural waist is about two inches lower than everyone else's), let alone a mannequin that represents me.

So I've bought all the supplies I need, two rolls of duct tape, a giant bag of polyfibre fill. I'll post pictures when I'm done, hopefully. I say hopefully because I've been unreasonably exhausted lately. I'm staying at my in-laws house with husband and child, whilst they vacation for the month and we try and sell our house. Big houses mean more stairs. More walking. More cleaning. More pinchy cupboards and death-traps of magazines stacked taller than my standing child. Like I said, exhausting. I take back anything I ever said about wanting a house of more than 1500 sqft. I wouldn't be able to handle it.

Our home has now been on the market for approximately a week. We've had eleven showings, which as far as I can tell is good. The realtor warned us it was a slow time of year to sell, and that the last home he sold this time of year in our neighbourhood he was lucky to get four showings a week. So eleven is pretty good. I think we chose a good realtor this time. No offers yet, but we're hoping for some next week. We're pretty much raring and ready to go, so unless the offer is unreasonably low, we're going to take it. We are ok with not making a lot of money. After all, we only lived there for a year! Our maximum time on the market is a month. If it doesn't sell before that we're going to rent it out and keep it as an investment property. This, in the long run, is a lot more work and therefore not the best option, but it is a real possiblity.

Mike has chosen his courses for art school, as have I. We're starting to let ourselves get cautiously excited. The process of cleaning out our home for showings means we're a couple of weeks ahead in the whole packing/moving thing. We've hired movers, which is a huge relief. We still need to find a place to live, which will be decided in July with a trip out to Nova Scotia after the house does or doesn't sell. Lets say does, as it sounds more positive.

Hmmm. I think that's all for now. I'm going to put my baby to bed and have some more wine.

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