Sometimes it’s a family affair in Real Estate.  And I am more than thankful that my family will come to me and my client’s rescue. This past spring I had a fabulous 1881 Victorian for sale in downtown Denver. A few days before we were set to close the appraiser told us we couldn’t have any chipped paint on the house, all of the wood had to be covered with paint and there couldn’t be any chipped paint laying on the ground when he comes back to inspect or the house wouldn’t close.

Okay, well, I had one morning to get this done.  I informed my seller of the requirements, I know this has to be done, this is a typical FHA requirement, somehow I just overlooked the chipping paint? Did I miss it when we did our walk through before putting the house on the market?  Apparently so. The seller thought we should just hire someone to do it, I worried that if we did that I would still have to go make sure there weren’t any paint shavings or particles left on the ground.  I needed to get paint to match, and as I was driving to the paint store, I was telling my dad and he said he was free the next morning if I could get the pain to match he and my mom would be there to help with the touch ups.  The fabulous lady at the paint store, took her time, we went’ through swatches to match the yellow and the craziest thing happened but she mixed a brown for someone else and it was perfect for me too! I didn’t peel off a big enough sample so the computer couldn’t read it, but after she tested it against my tiny sample we were sure it would work.  The powers were working in my favor!

The next morning, my parents met me at the house, I had a few paint brushes, a couple extra cups, Dad brought the ladder and so we chipped, painted and cleaned!  We had a great morning together, later had a happy client, a happy appraiser and a couple days later a happy buyer.

With me comes my family.