Curb appeal: That’s what my mother thinks caused my house to not sell last year. Well, not curb appeal, but the lack thereof. It all boiled down, she said, to the un-welcoming welcome mat. Never mind that the house has been recently painted and the garden actually has in it living and flowering plants.
I think that’s ridiculous. A 24″ x 36″ bit of coir simply can’t mean the difference between “I MUST buy this house!” and “RUN AWAY!” Can it?
But yeah, the mat was a bit ratty.
So, now that a) my house is off the market, b) I found a mat I like on sale and c) my mom can’t prove herself right, I bought a new door mat.
Basically, it’s a $20 cat-scratching pad. But colorful! Not (yet) shredded! And welcoming! (The pineapple is, after all, the symbol for hospitality.)
And if someone comes knocking at my door with an offer, well, mom beats St. Joseph, and I will eat crow.
And oh dear. In looking at the above photo, I’m pretty sure her next directive will be to paint the black planters.