The sellers saw the soul of their home and got to work—new roof, fresh paint, an egress window, rebuilt steps, and a DIY kitchen overhaul. Months of sweat, tears, and maybe a few choice words later, they were spent from their hard efforts. They had done a lot of work but it still had a ways to go. They called us burned out. Enter us: design/project coordinators armed with fresh ideas and stamina.

In the living room, we mapped out our battle plan: stick to budget, restore every inch of charm that hadn’t already been tackled. We worked alongside the sellers and their sister which proved to be so much fun! Between takeout, teen-parent talks, and jamming to Scott’s ’80s mix, a group of strangers became friends in six weeks. Scott even questioned if our hands-on approach was “for real.”

That fir trim. Oh, that trim. I decided to re-stained every built-in, baseboard, and window, reviving the wood’s rich grain. The pièce de résistance? Wallpaper—because bold details matter. These sellers trusted me to channel my inner bird-lover in the dining room, and I’m forever grateful for clients that let me loose to do what I think will sell a home.

Chris tackled the backyard, ran dump loads, and called in reinforcements when needed. The final touch? A hardwood floor resurrection—no vinyl plank here.

And oh, did it shine. Cucumber Baby strutted onto the market, turned heads, and soared past asking price. Every penny, every decision, and every ounce of elbow grease paid off—big time.