Home Sweet Shed TOPICS:exteriorMDodd-primaryPittsvilleshed Posted By: Marty E. May 29, 2013 You’re looking at the primary photo for this listing in Maryland on the Delmarva Peninsula. I also really like the unreadable watermark that somebody squirted right onto the middle of all the photos. So classy.
I’m fairly certain someone missed his/her How to Take Listing Photos 101 class, or at least flunked out of it. Unless of course the point was to list the furniture. Even then, five of the six interior photos show only minimal – and extremely dull – furniture. My point is, other than the single photo of the kitchen, they show *no* distinguishing features of the house itself, let alone any expression of human habitation. Pod people habitation, yes. Human habitation, no. What *is* shown are cream colored walls, beige carpeting, and white ceilings with a bit of maple toned wood trim. In essence, there’s no there there; in comparison, vanilla ice cream is a raving taste sensation.
The home’s exterior is nice enough, with a nice enough deck, and a nice enough yard (over 1/2 acre), and it does have that nifty out building. Why, that even sports “separate elect meter & heat and air” *and* it’s insulated, too. (Oooh!)
Still, I’m at a total loss as to what this means: “You have got to see it with so many extras.” Unless… maybe that’s a suggestion to squint and pretend what it’s going to look like *after* a buyer completes a total decor transplant, ’cause right now this place is on personality life support.
Oh, you big sillies. The shed IS the primary property – the “house” of which you speak is merely a decoy, cunningly staged to resemble an ordinary Muggle dwelling.
Step through the door of that “shed” – or propel your vintage flying roadster through its convenient roll-up door – and you enter a beautifully appointed twenty-five bedroom mansion complete with ballroom, conservatory, and a full-size quidditch pitch. There you may feast your eyes upon the rococo splendor of its furnishings while a cadre of house elves attend your every need, secure in the knowledge that no one will ever think to find you here during the next wizarding war.
@anodean: Anodean… I love you. :D (And I’m not saying that just so you’ll invite me over to your shed for some butterbeer and pumpkin pasties, either.)
I know. You’re saying it because you can see it, too, which is why I love you. :D
@anodean: How telling is it that I involuntarily whooped with my outside voice *inside* Wal-Mart when I saw a young man from a very small neighboring town wearing a shirt that read “Buhler Quidditch”? I’d read about their team in our local newspaper. And I don’t even like sports. Well… *muggle* sports. ;)