Our house is on the market later this week, which means it has to look perfect. We have stunt flowers and stunt towels and stunt soap. I once worked with a guy whose house was photographed for a shelter magazine and they provided him with a stunt dog for the photos. Thankfully, we’ve not gone quite that far; we’ve simply recruited a body double for Serena while she hangs out chez grandparents.
In fairness, all of the houses we looked at looked perfect too. It’s the real estate circle of life.
The stager gave me lots of suggestions for depersonalizing the house. Not everyone has Deyrolle on speed dial so we had to tone down the taxidermy, but they did allow me to keep my butterflies. The House of Hackney and Scalamandre cushions are tucked away. Evidently hunt scenes and sloths smoking hookahs are not everyone’s cup of tea. Who knew?