Your vintage 1940s ruffled bib apron goes nicely with your pressure cooker, as does your Blue Willow china.
I thought I was going to cry, right there between the food processors and the mixing bowls.
“All’s I want is a plastic bag, a plastic bag.”
Keeping sentimental stuff around is – honestly – just sad.
“The offer-counteroffer game of splitting the difference again and again and again really isn’t a thing.”
“A home. Not a house.”
As a kid I couldn’t even sell Girl Scout cookies. Fast forward to 1987 when – on a whim after being “let go” from my corporate PR job – I got my California real estate license. I’ve been a top agent in San Francisco ever since. Not because of my sales acumen but because I learned that residential real estate is about sanctuary, not sales. More…
Founder, Kindred SF Homes
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“HOME IS THE NICEST WORD THERE IS.”