This home’s previous primary listing photo was apparently attempting to convey what the home would look like to a prospective buyer who was totally tripping balls on LSD.
This is what the home looks like in our version of reality.
The old photo was replaced at some point with the second version, but the LSD version still shows up at the time of this writing as the thumbnail on a Google search for the address.
Nice home, but you’d have to be tripping on LSD to pay $.8M for it. The same home in my neck of the woods would be worth 1/4 that.
Ditto what Frodo said. Although… as colorless and lifeless as this place currently looks, maybe a little LSD would do the owners some good. The only bright spot is in the center of the dining room table. Even so, that just don’t look right. I mean, what is that? Did the “little girl” from next door not care for the pea soup? Did the kids’ Playdough become sentient? And psychotic? Does the “Bogey” Man have a sinus infection? Erg, erg, and triple erg…
Compared to that the only other two things I noticed are beyond tame – they’re comatose. It’s a matter of personal taste, but I don’t care for the two-toned sofas in the family room, in part because it’s visually disjointed and in part because – Hey! – black and tan. Anyone who’s still sore about British oppression in Ireland is gonna object to having black and tan everywhere.
Second, and this is less personal, although it’s not a huge deal… in the living room, the carpet does not extend to the edge of the wall close to the entryway. The hardwood entry floor protrudes into the living room. This causes whatever piece of furniture that’s placed there to straddle the two flooring types. In this case it’s an otherwise typical Chippendale side table. But it’s such a dark color that it’s already a dominant presence against the pale walls and carpet and the lighter, warmer hardwood, that combining the three elements really sticks out, and not in a good way.
Like I said, not a huge deal. But if someone wants $800K from me I’m making damn sure everything is ***exactly*** the way I want it.
In the first picture, the house looks like such a happy place. It looks as though it might actually exude happiness. I think to myself, “Hey, they make prescription sunglasses. It could be really nice.”
Then I look at the second picture, and notice the price. For that price, it really would have to exude happiness – the kind that you could bottle and sell to help pay the mortgage – so any prospective buyer had better make sure they know how to turn the happiness machine back on, and not just assume it will come back on when the electricity is hooked up.
Oh, Em, stop… LOL…for heaven’s sake…sentient psychotic playdough… Bogey man boogeys… ow…
If I can pause for a moment (fortunately my hands are less involved in the hilarity than my mouth, so, while I cannot speak, I can type…) can I point out the fourth pic in the listing? I realize it is probably just an odd optical illusion, but it appears that the stairs–and the railing–go halfway up and then just… stop. Reminds me of the story of the man that had a beautiful villa by the sea constructed; the construction crew was so accustomed to using the scaffolding to get up and down between floors that no one noticed the lack of a staircase until move-in time…
@JMixx: Thank you, thank you…. ~ takes a bow ~ As Denita would say, “I’ll be here all week.” Ohhh… wait… I won’t. We’re leaving for a couple weeks starting Thursday. I may be able to check in a couple of times during that period but mostly I’ll be out of touch. But that’s OK – I’m used to that state. http://instantrimshot.com/classic/?sound=rimshot
Your stair story reminded me of two things…
First, there’s this old mission church, I think in New Mexico, built in the 1800s. But no one built a stairway to the choir loft… or left enough room to put in a normal one. An itinerant laborer came along one day and offered to build a staircase for the Sisters who ran the church. He asked only that he be allowed to work in private; no one could come in until he was done. I think he left without telling anyone and when they went in they found the most amazing spiral staircase that seems to have no support system. It’s a tight spiral, like a regular spiral staircase, but it has no central pole. That makes it more like a “flying” staircase, the very wide diameter sort that is held up by an outer wall and usually doesn’t make a complete circle. But this one had no pole OR wall – it was, and is, freestanding. Magnificent carvings adorn it and engineers are still trying to figure out how it stays up, let alone supports anyone. The implication is that this unknown, itinerant worker was something more than human. Perhaps an angelic visitor sent down to help out the Sisters? (Story courtesy of TV’s old Unsolved Mysteries show.)
Second, your story reminds me of driving up a hill with no view at all of the opposite slope. At times, it makes me feel like I’m about to drive off the edge of the world. Freaked me out majorly when I started driving. Now, if I remember that that ain’t likely to happen, it’s kinda cool. At least until now… :O
Hey, this is only about a mile from me, and I must’ve ridden my bike past it this spring. Sorry to say 780K is probably get-able for that many sq feet in the Highlands neighborhood. Kirkland is effing pricy.
@GFW: It’s so cool when folks are familiar with places that turn up here. Even if I have to apologize for stuff I made up about the listing. :D