Just to add a little humor to SIF and a looksee into my hectic life as a FT Stager.  Sorry there are no pictures, and you'll understand why as the story unfolds.  I'll try to describe it as best I can - just use your imaginations (we're good with that!)

The setting takes place with me joyfully sipping my (3rd) cup of coffee at the dining room table. My two sons, ages 5 & 7, were in what we call the "office".  It is actually the 4th bedroom of our home which, although contains my workspace, vendor catalogs, company files etc - it has essentially been "taken over" by my kids as their video game room.

Key note here:  We have been SO busy staging, unloading, restaging, consultations, etc that we had received a rather large shipment from one of our vendors of artwork and accessories for our higher-end properties.  Since we have been SO busy, I have not had the chance to properly remove these items from my HOME, and place them where they should be - IN OUR STORAGE UNIT!

While sitting at my laptop this morning, checking me emails, sending emails, looking around AR.  I can joyfully hear the birds playing the fountain just outside the window, and hysterical giggles coming from the office (uh - game room).  Thinking to myself, "How nice!  Usually they are trying to rip eachother apart by now!"  (You know boys, thic close in age and so young - they have a very love-hate relationship)...  so the giggles continue, I continue to play on my laptop....  when suddenly my five year old comes running down the hallway laughing hysterically.... "It's snow!" he's laughing as he runs through the home.

Now picture - tiny white balls of packing foam floating through the air behind him in his draft...... 

Now imagine my horror.....  I'm not talking about the bubble sized, popcorn packing foam.  I'm talking about foam bricks that disinigrate into a million pellets upon touching them.  As I peered down the hallway towards my office (uh - game room) I can seem small wafts of foam pellets blowing down our wood floored hallway.  Like small snow drifts, circling in the drafts coming towards me - static, clinging them to the walls..... and ceiling.... and ......  You get my point.

My entire office (kids game room) was COVERED, floor-to-ceiling in staticly charged foam pellets the size of BBs!  My kids, are covered like little snowmen with coal black eyes peering at my with bright white smiles.... 

My beautiful leather shagg area rug will never be the same.....Can you blame me for not grabbing my camera to take a picture?

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