I've been writing The Perspective for more than 10 years and in all this time, I don't think I've ever missed the Friday publication (except while on vacation), but in my own defense, I had a very good reason this week for the delay.
Having put 6 Abbott Way successfully into contract late last week, we randomly pulled the lucky winner of the GenZe 2.0 Scooter out of the stack of entrants on Friday afternoon and on Sunday (drum roll please ....) Ashley Reed (Winner, winner, chicken dinner!) and her darling beau picked up the scooter and drove it home. Or rather, he drove it home, while Ashley headed off to yoga class. (I love that her leggings match.)
Last night, Jill and I attended a Halloween Party for Realtors at a good friend's house and both the decorations and the costumes blew me away. From the entire cast of the Wizard of Oz, to Jill and me in our homemade Ghostbusters outfits, everyone came to play. Some costumes were decidedly real estate inspired, like a Supra locbox key(clever) or a brick foundation (because what's scarier to a Realtor than a brick foundation?) while others were a throwback to easier times: I Love Lucy, Richard Simmons, a bath loofah (!); all weird and wonderful and each, totally FUN.
It's not everyday that I attach a giveaway to a listing, but when my savvy clients asked me to think "outside the box," and when one of them makes her living in marketing and advertising, and the other in real estate, it was time to put on my creative cap and get to work composing a "smart" solution for a very "smart" home at 6 Abbot Way in Piedmont.
"Right, right, RIGHT!" I could hear my sister saying as she tried to navigate our folks from Jack London Square to my house on Calmar Avenue in Oakland via a frantic cell phone conversation. (She wasn't having much success).Typically, it's a short drive, but it was clear something had gone wrong.
I'll admit it, I buried the lead last week. For those of you who didn't read all the way to the bottom (and I'm certain there are a fair number of you), I've left THE GRUBB Co. to move over to McGuire Real Estate on College Avenue.
As mentioned before, I want to publicly thank all of my colleagues, managers, and in-house staff at The GRUBB Co. who have supported me for more than a decade (you know who you are), but after much soul searching and a gnawing desire for more personal development and growth, the decision to choose McGuire over many other East Bay firms was fairly simple - although admittedly, change is never easy (even when we search it out).
"Julie, this is Sonjah's friend . . . ," the call began, "the one who is buying direct from a neighbor in my building near the lake . . . we're using his lawyer." (Ah, yes, that one.) "He didn't want to work with a Realtor to save the commission," she added for good measure, "remember?"
(How could I forget?)
On Wednesday night I met a friend at Miss Ollie's at Swan's Market for some overdue "girl time" and we ran into a third friend at the bar who joined us for tea (a perfect presentation). While we dined on delicious fried chicken (gluten free no less) and a Creole salad with mangoes (yum), we began to reminisce about our early days as young adults and our respective wish lists, as in, "When I grow up . . ."
My sister's little terrier mix, Bridget, has a funny way of showing up in our marketing photos. She's like, "Where's Waldo?" (The dog, not my sister.) If you carefully look at my listing brochures, you'll usually find Bridget tucked away on a bench or a sofa, or parked at the top of the stairs. She's not a dog, she's a ham. I'm definitely noticing a theme . . .
Like many of you, I was intrigued by the recent eclipse. So when an unexpected invitation arrived from old friends who own a BIG house on a pretty little river in McCall, Idaho, suggesting we join them for the viewing, I couldn't pass it up. (Unfortunately, Cliff had to stay behind to teach at Bolt.)
Unlike my GRUBB Co. colleague, Mavis, who had been planning her trip up north for months, my scientific interest had been merely peripheral as in: "Oh, an eclipse? Why not?" However, my hostess, Cindy, was totally into it; so much so that she registered online as a "NASA Global Citizen Scientist." (Even the title sounds cool.)
This week, a hand-written note in a pretty purple-striped envelope arrived in my mailbox from the "desk of Raul and Rosy," looking very much like a thank you note, or better yet, a party invitation.
Upon opening, the "friendly" inquiry went on to ask if Cliff and I would be interested in selling our income property on Echo (we're not), but as another darling house on the block had just come up for sale, I picked up my phone with the intention of passing it along to this sincere couple. (You never know where your next lead is coming from.)
Julie Gardner, referred to as, "the pulse of Piedmont," has been writing The Piedmont Perspective for 11 years.