I Must Be Losing It

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.