I’m in the middle of a great Montreal home staging job.  Yesterday was a really big day of loading and unloading artwork, lighting, bedding, pillows, accessories, etc.  You know, the stuff we use to make a home look and feel warm, inviting, comfortable and full of life.  I hope to finish the job today. 

This morning at breakfast, my husband asks, “So was the homeowner there all day while you were working?” 

“Yes.”  He knows I don’t like this because home staging always looks terrible before it looks great…like any work in progress.

“Oh. Was she bugging you?” he asks.

“Well, sort of.  I mean, she kept to herself and let me do my thing.  But…her being there meant I couldn’t talk to myself while I worked.”

And I meant it.

I must be losing it.