While I loved the 21 Grove Lane restoration mentioned below, even if I didn’t like its price, I was totally turned off by its staging (the process whereby a “professional stager” loads up a house with fake photos, books and old furniture to suggest to dummies what a house could look like, were it furnished).
A wall of pictures of old “family ancestors” looked more like a scene from Godfather II’s return to Sicily than anything remotely resembling former owners of the house next door to George Herbert Walker Bush’s childhood home. A nursery with a picture of a young mommy and her child might have been endearing if the room next door didn’t boast another picture of another mommy with her child – what is this, a boarding house?
The child’s playroom, (neatly) littered with toys and lead ink used kids books – now banned by our thoughtful government – was creepy, not inviting. Did the children die of Scarlet fever? Small pox? Leprosy? Let’s ask Edgar Allan Poe. Or the kid’s bathroom, with pristine, never used bath toys arranged around it. Gheeechh.
The master bedroom, with its collection of sex toys, whips and electrical stimulus devices was the only interesting room in the house but [no, he's just kidding - ED]
It was all so phony, so off-putting that I almost missed the beauty of the house itself. And that’s a shame, because the house is incredible, while stagers charge a small fortune to screw up a house. I think the builder would have been better off leaving the house empty and using the saving to reduce his price.

