Thanksgiving is a time of memories. Memories we have from the past and making new ones.
I know Yvette celebrates with her family. How lucky she is to be born and bred in Charleston and be surrounded by family not just for holidays but all the time.
October is the “almost” month. It’s almost cool outside. It’s almost time to turn on the heat. It’s almost time for Thanksgiving.
As children we looked forward to Halloween. As parents we were worried that our child might be sorry he/she chose the costume that they chose, and we worried we would run out of candy. All three of us have children so Halloween night was chaos when they were little. Do homework, eat dinner and run out the door with older siblings or a parent.
As a Jewish person I have what I like to call a “do over”. I get to celebrate the new year and make resolutions twice. (My partners, Chari and Yvette are Christian.)
This blog is taking a little “poetic license”. So much fun to think about what it was like to be a kid in the summer. Staying out until dark, catching fireflies, (I’m from up north.) and singing along with all the summer songs, like this one: Summer Of '69.
Summer in Charleston may just be the most hot and humid I have ever been. I am older than the rest of my team and my house had no air conditioning. One of my brothers woke up in the middle of the night and turned off all the fans. Do not ask me why but the morning found us 4 kids sleeping upstairs bathed in sweat.
It’s here. We know you’ve been waiting for it for over a year. Yep, here we go! It’s summer and we can go out and play. Masks are optional if you are vaccinated. Beach here we come.
The month of May…who does not remember as a child knowing this was a special month. The end of school was fast approaching, and we were all trying to figure out what we would give our moms for Mother’s Day.
In our younger years, we made crafts in school. Bowls from clay or flowers pressed between 2 sheets of waxed paper. I still have a little hand pressed into a substance that has lasted since I was little. My Mom had it hung on the wall and now that she is gone it's mine.
When we go to visit a prospective seller and look around their home, we often use the word “staging.” Many buyers have no idea what that means. They understand de-clutter but what does staging mean to us, in real estate terms? In the words of our favorite stager, Lorelie Brown of Showhomes of Charleston:
Spring is finally here. After months of uncertainty and isolation it will feel so good to be out in the garden again. This winter was harsh for Charleston. Many of my plants were very frost bitten but I am happy to see my Azaleas getting ready to bloom.
Has COVID made you analyze your life? Think about what is important and what can fall by the wayside?
Chari, Yvette, and I are quite different. Chari is a country girl from a farm in Georgia. Yvette was born and raised here in Charleston. I am from the East coast. Raised in and around cities. Chari still has one child of her 3 at home, Yvette’s boys are on their own and I am a Grandma, but when it comes to business we are always on the same page, all 3 of us. Our service is platinum; you are our priority.
I was married for 46 years when my husband died. He still asked, "Do you love me?" Of course, I said yes. But after 46 years together was the love the same?