Sunday, I showed a beautiful home. There wasn't a single weed in the green lawn. There were beautiful flowers in bloom, and everything about the place said "Buy me!" And as we went through the house itself, that message was reinforced by tasteful decor, wonderful space, and lots of sunny space. Then there was the back yard, with deck, patio with fire pit, hot tub and two-car garage. Would this be "The One" for my buyers?
Yeah, there was a but. Like the elephant in the beautifully staged living room.
Just across the street there was, well, Dogpatch.
There were lots of things growing in the front yard, though not in any way that a professional (or even talented ameteur) landscaper would have arranged them. And then there were lawn ornaments, including some poor pink flamingos that looked like they'd survived a coyote attack. And there was some more evidence that there could be someone a little eccentric living there. A bit of camel statuary - OK, you get the idea.
Now, I'm not sure that if I was the seller of that lovely home that I would have the nerve to knock on the neighbor's door and make a request. Everything about the place was quite deliberate. And my idea of funkiness is the neighbor's idea of beauty.
Unfortunately, my idea of funkiness is shared by the vast majority of the buyers out there!