Here’s the scenario: I’m in Target, it’s 8:30 they close in a half an hour and I need 12 bed pillows, bedding for a queen bed that will go with the artwork and lamps I have in the warehouse, towels for 3 bathrooms, rugs oh and I’m out of faux fruit. I’m figuring out how to stuff all of it into one cart and get out before they turn the lights off around me.
I race to the check stand, pillows flying, hair on fire and the person working at the register looks at my cart and casually asks “Redecorating?”
“No” I reply. “I’m a Home stager and we are staging a large home tomorrow.”
“Oh, how cool!” they gush. “I’ve always wanted to do that it sounds SO fun!”
My inside grumbly voice says “Oh yeah, this is fun. I’ve been up since 5am so I could get contracts written, banking figured out and bills sent out. I started packing the truck at 8, staging by 10 and by 5 had the luxury of walking around the beautifully staged home covered in sweat and starving BUT admiring our work. Took pictures, gave the team a hug said thanks see you tomorrow and headed out to shop. How glamorous.”
My outside voice however says “It is fun! I love creating beautiful rooms for my clients and helping them sell their homes.”
Then my inside voice thinks, “I was in the corporate world for close to 30 years. When we stage a home and the seller walks through with shining eyes thanking us for the beautiful job, then calls me excitedly the next day and says “hey we got a full price offer in one day! Thank you so much!!” I know that I love what I do, the good and the not so good, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”