Yesterday, I showed a house that had just gone on the market. It had pretty wood floors, a wood-burning fireplace, a nice renovated kitchen, and a lot of stuff and clutter. There was too much furniture, the home office looked like mine, and the twenty-something daughter needed to be cleared out of her unmade bed.
But even if the best stagers on Active Rain performed their magic on this place, there was one piece of clutter that really needed to go - the seller.
He was home. He didn't leave. He followed us around turning on lights. Then, he told us his tale of woe about his wife leaving him and he couldn't afford the place alone and he was really, really anxious to get all of this over with.
It's really too bad my buyers didn't like the place. We knew he was totally motivated and would probably burst into tears and sign any offer that came in.
I felt sorry for the guy. And when his agent calls to follow up, I'm thinking about what to say to him.
Even in listings that look fabulous, a seller who is present for showings is clutter. That may sound mean and there are nicer ways of putting it. Somehow, I think the agent, who sounded like a great guy when I called to arrange access to the place, tried to put it nicely and this poor fellow just didn't hear it.