Monday, October 29, 2012

Things You Don't See Every Day

I have sat at the kitchen desk all morning long, working through the pile that has been growing steadily, and while here I'm tracking Hurricane Sandy via the lake outside my window.  We have been only 6 weeks in this home, so I have no sense of how the house reacts to inclimate weather, but am pleased to see that the seals of the leaded glass windows are tight and the heating system is working nicely. 

The latter a bit of a surprise because the looks of the mechanical room might suggest otherwise.  It's on our short list of things to focus on.  Along with upgrading the mechanical room and changing out the current hinges back to the original olive knuckle style, is a host of other projects designed to restore our 1931 house to what architect Franklin P. Hammond's intention was.  But that's a story for another blog.  Back to unique things I've seen lately, reported on this dark and stormy day.

Exhibit A: Things You Don't See Every Day-- Olive Knuckle Hinges
Olive knuckle hinges are so pure in design that they have not changed in over 200 years.

I have been splitting my time between the extensive renovation of another lakeside home, this one set in New Canaan, and in my work as a realtor with Sothebys International Realty in Greenwich, CT, and have come across some things I have never seen before.

The below, greeted me at the New Canaan house renovation site one morning.  "BIG MORNING!" grinned the general construction manager Joe Fossi, owner of Pelham Homes, a residential construction firm.  "Go see the master bathroom bathtub", he encouraged me.  "She's a real beauty."  Never having heard a bathtub referred to with a personal pronoun caught my attention, but then again, Joe is a team-oriented kind of guy and no one gets left out, live or otherwise.

Exhibit B: Things You Don't See Every Day-- Red, Heart Shaped Bathtubs

Could you really relax in this thing?  
 It wasn't many days later when I was driving down I-95 and I noticed a truck, advertising its services.  Nothing different in that, you're thinking.  But have you ever seen THIS service advertised?  I didn't even know there were companies that did this.  As a past consumer products marketing manager, I'm all about mission, focus, positioning, and not trying to be all things to all people.  But can you really feed a family on this concept?  Seems a bit narrow to me, but then again, I'm not a prolific gum chewer.

Exhibit C:  Things You Don't See Every Day-- a company that removes gum from unwanted places
Gum Busters van-- off to the rescue

So at the end of tomorrow will be saying that Hurricane Sandy falls into the group of today's topic?  Guess we'll have to wait and see but in the meantime, it sure is nice to have a day in your p.j.s and not feel guilty about it!

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Wednesday, July 11, 2012

What Does a Car Wash Have to Do With Real Estate?

Last Sunday at my church, Trinity Church of Greenwich, I arrived to find that the high schoolers were holding a car wash to raise money for their upcoming houseboats trip.  Your car would be cleaned while you were in church.  Since multi-tasking is pretty much my middle name, this was hugely appealing.

I don't know about you, but I have to admit I don't always participate in these kind of car washes.  I've had a few too many experiences of driving away with more than my fair share of soapy streaks sporting my vehicle.  

But , being a realtor, the most angst-filled part of my job is making sure that my car is clean at all times.  Not the inside, mind you.  A canvas bag can be found in the backseat most days that holds any of the materials or random items that I need for the day.  My challenge is on the outside.  No matter where I park-- and I actually think about it-- trying to avoid dust storms, trees that "shed", or crowds of birds, it's tough to keep a dark blue car sparkling for more than a couple of days.

So, whenever possible, I brake for car washes.

I was not disappointed on Sunday.  The high schoolers did a fantastic job and I came out of church just as this group of kids in  the photo above were finishing up the wheels.  Yup, they even did my wheels!

What does a car wash have to do with real estate? Simply this.  Whether it's a car or a house that you have on the market, the condition of it matters.  Whether it's clean countertops, organized closets, or a sparkling car, an impression is created.  And as my mother always said, you don't have two chances to create a first impression.

P.S.  Speaking of dirty cars, have you ever seen Scott Wade's dirty car art?   He turns dirty car windows into works of art.

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Sunday, July 8, 2012

A Glimpse at Old Greenwich on Memorial Day with a Bird's Eye View of It's Real Estate

Lately, I have been working with an adorable couple looking to purchase their first home here in Greenwich.  They are no strangers to the area as the husband grew up in Fairfield County.  We found a perfect rental town home for them last fall in the center of Greenwich, which has given them time to get to know the different faces of Greenwich, and they have settled on wanting to find their permanent home in Old Greenwich  or Riverside. 

It is easy to see why Old Greenwich and Riverside have such fiercely loyal communities.  I took part in this year's Memorial Day Parade as a member of the League of Women Voters Greenwich chapter, and it was right out of a chapter from my youth.

To the left here, is a car that thought it was a ladybug.  Note the attention to detail down to the feathered eyelashes on the headlight.  I wonder if it has a mind of it's own like Ted (if you haven't seen it, put the movie TED on your must see list if you don't mind a bong toting, smarty mouth stuffed animal).

Someone spent a lot of time and creative energy getting this little  bug ready for a ride down the red carpet of Sound Beach Ave.

Then there were the people representing the organizations themselves, largely from Old Greenwich but from the larger community of Greenwich as well.  Civic pride is an allusive thing and not always felt until a day when a parade is in action.

My hat is off particularly to the Old Greenwich Garden Club, the different school marching bands, youth sports teams, cheerleading groups and of course, the firemen and policemen.

Here is our merry band, the League of Women Voters, with "Susan B Anthony" at our helm.

I will leave you with some real estate stats on Old Greenwich, all based on recent one year data. 

18% of the 606 homes that sold in Greenwich during the 7/8/11-7/8/12 period, were located in Old Greenwich.  Old Greenwich homes sold at a higher price/square foot than those in the other Greenwich communities at $534/sq. ft. vs. $440/sq ft.  Old Greenwich homes sold at a slightly higher Sales to List Price at 94% and were on the market 8 days more on average (139 Days on Market) than those selling in the rest of the town.  The average size house that sold in Old Greenwich during this time was 2,688 sq. ft.

It's 7 a.m. and the sun is shining full on already.  Might be the perfect day to head down to Tod's Point and grab an ice cream at Darlene's Heavenly Desires, just one of the mainstays of Old Greenwich and a treat in itself.

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Saturday, July 7, 2012

Birthday Celebration

Every morning after my work out with Tina the Trainer or Bikram yoga at the Yoga Center on Greenwich Avenue, I work my way down to Versailles for a cappuccino and nibble of the day's pastry samplings.  Most mornings, the "regulars" are there, including John, a hedge fund guy who reads the financial rags while he grabs some breakfast.

Max, a waiter there, was even more buoyant then normal on a recent morning.

Meet Max

"John bought me a pair of shoes for his birthday!" , Max told me.  "Gucci loafers!"

Apparently, it was John's birthday and he came in at lunchtime telling Max they needed to take a walk down the Avenue.  First stop was several doors down, Richards clothing shop.  It was John's birthday and he shares a tradition that I also have-- give away gifts to whomever comes to your mind on your birthday.  It is such a delight to surprise someone with a reverse gift on your birthday.

As Max said, "I love the shoes but what was even more fun was that they were so unexpected!"

Try the tradition and see how you feel!

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Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Bringing the Muppets Back to Greenwich

Did you know that the creator of the Muppets, Jim Henson, lived in Greenwich during the years when he began Sesame Street?  Yessirree, Jim and his wife welcomed their two children into this home on Round Hill Rd and lived there from 1964-1972, while he was working on commercials, film and the creation of the wildly successful Sesame Street television show.

Jim Henson once owned this home on Round Hill Rd. in Greenwich

I was in New York this past weekend doing some client work and noticed so many new stores and restaurants in the city that it got me thinking about what is a tried and true tradition in New York that has a link to Greenwich.  I wandered into FAO Schwartz not in answer to this question but more as a knee jerk reaction to memories as a child in coming on the train from New Haven to the city.  FAO was always a highlight of the trip.  

FAO Schwartz Muppet Workshop
But what caught my eye in the FAO this time was the Muppet Workshop.  I had vaguely heard about creating your own muppet but hadn't really clued in on it.  Seeing it in real life, got my creative juices flowing.  You can be your own Gepetto.  Pick a body, add some eyes, hair, personality.  

For the person on your holiday or birthday list who has everything.. why not give them their own Muppet?  

If I can't talk you into a Muppet, at least stop by when you come in from Greenwich and see the guards at FAO.. there are some things in life that just never change!

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Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Sweet, Sweet Greenwich Avenue, Greenwich CT

Oh, you faint of heart.  No bellyaching about the 39 degree weather of today.  Put the feelings of frigidity aside and head down to the new kid on the block at 369 Greenwich Ave.

Close to Richards, Apple Store, Diane's books et al
Welcome Pinkberry to Greenwich, CT!   My daughter and I were wondering when you would get here?  We have spent way too much time driving around NYC looking for a Pinkberry.  

For the uninitated, Pinkberry is a nonfat frozen yogurt that has yummy flavors, from its classic original with just the right amount of tartness, to weekly specials such as peanut butter and coconut.  There is a smorgasbord of fresh fruits along with sweet toppings.  Don't take my word for it.. truck on down and find out for yourself why I am so excited to have Pinkberry come to the Ave.  

Let me know at if you don't think something special.

Check out the fresh fruits and more

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Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Failure to Follow

I was on the Upper East Side at 4:30 today, trying to squeeze in one more stop, the Decorative Arts building on E. 61st St.  Traffic was at a complete stop.  With every through street blocked, I decided to call it a day and head back to Greenwich.  Being a fan of the west side during rush hours, I worked my way to E. 72nd St  and Fifth Ave. with the idea of using the Central Park cut-through.

I am the first to admit, directions and navigation are NOT my thing.  I thought 72nd St. was a clear east-west kind of shot.  Apparently not.  I found myself weaving through parts of the park that I had never seen before, passing scores of bikers, runners and folks doing exercise contortions the like of which I had never witnessed--- but that would be the subject of a whole other blog.  Unclear as to where the park was going to dump me, I turned on the GPS and hit my home address as destination. 

Get back to the East Side!” GPS insisted, trying to scare me with yellow blocks on my current route, indicating traffic jams were to become a part of my near future.  It promised that I would be home in just 64 minutes if I followed its plan.

Every time GPS suggested a right turn to wind me back towards the FDR Drive, I ignored it and plowed forward, keeping a mental picture of the park’s shape in my mind as an assurance that I was generally going in the correct direction.  GPS and I went back and forth in this tug of war for a few turns, it suggesting I take a right to exit the park on the east side and me ignoring it’s suggestion and doing my own thing.

GPS got fed up with my behavior before too long and turned off its arrival time promise.  You could nearly hear the disgust, “Taking matters into your own hands?  Fine, have it your way.  But I’m not promising WHAT time you’ll get home with this madcap approach.”
Cathedral of St. John the Divine

Without the stop clock to keep me paced, I decided to turn the misstep into a discovery.  Though I had seen the wonderful Broadway play, “Morningside Heights” I had never actually been to that section of New York City.  

Up I travelled on Morningside Drive past The Cathedral of St John of the Cross, through the streets of Columbia University and Teachers College.  Fantastical gargoyles winked at me off buildings on side streets.

Columbia University
  Even the underbelly of the suspended subway train system had reason to demand attention.

Hmmm.. I saw valet parking sign
for Hudson River Cafe .....

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My fellow automobile drivers were not as enthralled as I, at what I was seeing, taking the time to be an observer.  They were even less thrilled when I jumped out of the car at red lights to catch what I saw on my iphone.  Hey, I’m one of the worst offenders of being driven to distraction with the emergency of the now.  But I have to say, changing my tune, failing to follow the insistence of GPS brought some sweet surprises.  

Friday, January 27, 2012

Foodies Unite

Christmas Eve found me still unsettled on a Christmas Day menu.  Having grown up at the feet of “Orphan Annie” (as my mom, Anne Lorraine was called) who thought nothing of discussing what the dinner meal would consist of while eating lunch, claiming that our home revolved around meals is no understatement.

Mom was going to be with us for Christmas dinner and since I don’t subscribe to her seven course feast concept, I had to make sure that every dish served was something she would enjoy.

I headed to Portchester just for bread.  Kneaded Bread at 181 N. Main St had all sorts of savory things including pumpkin bread, chocolate bread, homemade soups for the in-between snacking.  I noticed Tarry Market across the street (  Tarry Market is part of Tarry Lodge owned by Mario Batali and Joe Bastianich and, if you haven’t been, a treat.  Just be sure not to go on a Friday or Saturday night if you are sensitive to noisy places.  Tarry Market is a mecca for foodies.  It has  stellar European and local artisanal products, including hand-made pasta, house-made sausage, fresh and local produce, cured meats from the Batali family's ranch in Seattle, Grass-fed, hormone and antibiotic-free meats at the Butcher, daily-baked bread, focaccia and pastry, imported and domestic cheeses and salumi in abundance.

Chef Chris, is as warm and caring a person as you could find anywhere.  Despite frantic shoppers nipping at his heels, he listened to my confession of zero preparation and took me under his wing.  “Filet mignon on Christmas?  Absolutely not!” he said as he heaved a strapping prime rib roast out from the case.  A short time later I was out the door, covered for the holiday meal from antipasto to biscotti.

Needless to say, the meal was incredible.  That is, until we got to the prime rib.  It smelled incredible with a Tarry Market porcini rub slathered on it and I mean slathered.  Sarah, my 22 year old, had insisted that unless it had a ¼” crust on it I was missing the point of the thing.  But when we carved it, it looked way beyond “marbled” and was tough to cut.  After wrestling with the meat we abandoned ship to a second  helping of manicotti.

A couple of days later I went back to Chef Chris, roast in hand.  He heard my tale and as he listened, his face got redder and redder.  He asked if he could take the meat to the back room, actually he might have said the “Surgery Center”.  He came back with the meat neatly sliced down the center.  No big fat deposits.  Looked like a beauty.

“You cut it the wrong way”, he explained, showing me how I should have sliced the meat behind the bones.

“You are absolutely right”, I replied seeing how it looked, “It wasn’t your fault at all.  I blew it!”

“Look, I take my products very seriously”, Chris said.  “It took me a minute just to calm down after I heard your story and that’s why I needed to take the meat to the back and look at it for myself.  But the bottom line is that your dinner, one of the most important meals of the year, didn’t go too well.  And that bothers me.  So, let’s start again..”

With that he reached into the case and pulled out another prime rib.  “This time I am going to cut the bones off and then tie them back on.  Cook it like that but when you go to cut it, untie the string and the bones will fall away.  Then you can carve it easily.”

“Do you like lobster and shrimp?” he went on.  I gave him the thumbs up.  Walked out ten minutes later loaded down with the roast and a lobster and shrimp cocktail to beat the band.  Gratis.

Now don’t go buying a roast and then miscooking it in an attempt to wiggle another piece of meat out of Mr. Soft Hearted Chef Chris.  The owners of Tarry Market would kill me if I were suggesting that.  Nope.  Just go see the amazing foods, cooked and ready to be cooked, that Chris Chef and his team have available.  And give Chef Chris a big hello for me.  He is the consummate example of customer service.

P.S.  I dare you to leave without trying the thick cut Challah french toast in the front cafĂ©.

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Wednesday, January 25, 2012

My blog is now available on facebook and twitter!

It had to happen.  I thought it was a good day to torture my tech guru.  So we've been connecting the dots, playing in web lego land.  I'll be blogging about real estate, decorating/design and things in life that matter. Like snowcones.  Snow angels.  Whatever.

Sign in.  Follow me and see where we land.


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Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Taking the Mystery Out

There are a number of things that are practical mysteries in my life.  I tackled two of them recently.   Creating a floral centerpiece is one of them.

Before you click off this blog, let me just say that it’s intimating.  We have several very fine florists in Greenwich, CT, including two of my long time favorites, Greenwich Orchids and McArdles.  When the door bell rings and one of their trucks is seen outside it is a definite pulse increaser.  You should know something luxurious, beautiful and opulent is about to be received.

At any rate, this past Saturday was a snow day in Greenwich.  I had planned to host an intimate dinner party with good friends who used to live in Belle Haven but now live in Dallas, and friends from backcountry Greenwich.  Whether they could even make it on the roads was a question in my mind. 

I had managed to slip and slide on a tour of Greenwich in the early afternoon, showing off the many amenities and gorgeous countryside for a family who will be relocating here from London, England.  Dropping the advance team—the professional/husband/father who is the reason for the relocation,  off at the  Greenwich train station, I wanted to limit the driving needed to get the dinner party together. 

The theme was staring at me from my foggy car windows.  A winter wonderland!  Why not?  I had beautiful porcelain dinner plates with woodland animals on them, a collection of Asprey horn and sterling flatware, my St. Louis Apollo crystal, placemats that are blankets of “leaves” and gold trimmed linen napkins from Hoglands, another favored retailer in Greenwich.

What to do for a centerpiece?  I popped into McArdles. ( Denise, the sales assistant/floral designer could not have been more helpful.  I began slowly, getting a sense for what flowers and greenery would suit both the them and my tablesetting.  Denise and I settled on flowering Kale, spider mums and curly twig branches.  My design colleague, Carlene Safdie, reminded me that keeping to one or two flower types makes for a dramatic look.

Keeping one or two flower types makes for a dramatic look

Of course the key to a centerpiece is how the flowers are arranged and Denise took the fear of that right out.  She cut a piece of oasis to fit the glass rectangular container and soaked it by gently placing it in a tub of water and letting the water seap up through it.  Keeps the flowers fed and in place.  She offered some greens that I could use for fillers.

From there, it was anchors away.  My thought was to approach the arrangement like house construction, from the bottom up.  I stuck the Kale in at the two ends, anchoring the piece and then used the remaining flowers to create an outline of the overall shape.  From there it was rounding out with spider mums and using the greens to hide any existing oasis.  It was so much fun for just $57!

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Friday, January 13, 2012

Being silent and invisible can be a very good thing - in home design that is.


One of my buyer clients and I went to look at a new construction house today.  It is in an excellent location and in the mid-range ($4-7 million) of Greenwich home prices.  The quality of the home was well done and for those who don’t know me, my experience is deep and my standards are high.  Known as being “fearless” in house renovation/building spending (reference: the husband, and he knows for whence he speaks), I rarely give building or design accolades.

This house, had It in spades on the build front.  Smallbone Kitchen, hefty hardware and very special custom windows.  Nice.  First floor was looking promising.  A tad tight in the public rooms but the kitchen opened nicely into a family room and library that had real tooth in the paneling and not the dimensionless wood paneling that is lifeless and too often a hallmark of new construction.

Enter the second floor.  We get to the landing and look down one long hall to ….. huh????? Could that be a tub staring us smack in the face?  It could indeed.  The master suite consisted of a hub of five rooms off a center arrival space.  At the end directly facing where you entered the suite was the bathroom.

Honest to Pete.  WHY does anyone want to see a bathroom at the end of a public hall?  And the master bath at that?  Need I say that the tour ended shortly thereafter?  The client just couldn’t wrap her head around coming up to the graceful second floor and entering a master suite greeting from a tub. 

Let this be a lesson to all of us.  Should bathrooms ever be THAT noticeable?  And particularly in the master bedroom area?

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