In that same vein, we had someone come out today to give us a quote on pouring some gravel in the new driveway to conquer what most closely resembles the Swamps of Sadness (we leave mud tracks all the way down the hill). After chatting about old houses and restoration for 45 minutes, he takes a glance at the driveway, adds up his material cost, and tacks on $100 bucks to cover the delivery from 45 minutes away, labor with a bobcat to remove the mud, lay fabric and dump the limestone. I don't know how the house does it, it's certainly not her stunning good looks or winning personality, but I wish I had her people skills (however, the 36 x 40 framed original photo in the entry may help incite conversation, as does the fact that in our main contractor's and real estate agent's phone we're "spooky house").
|don't let the dusting of gravel fool you.|
this is a pit of doom!