Re-staging another Stager’s Staging – Yet Again. Sigh.

Once more around the dance floor.
Five hours redoing-rescuing-Re-staging another poor job done by a stager (Not to mention the house languishing in our hot Calgary market). After I had the green and purple walls painted out to a beautiful soft ivory, some too-big pieces of furniture moved off site, got the cleaners to remove about fifteen years of deceased flies out of the ceiling fixtures, cleared out the dog food from the pantry, threw out smoke and dog-hair infested pillows, I then pretty well moved most of the furniture, art and accessories to where they should be – most all in different rooms from the original setting. Sigh. Oh, the places they could have gone. The stager, not the furniture. I mean, the furniture, not the stager.