You Might Be A Redneck Home Stager If...
I live in metro Atlanta, which is Jeff Foxworthy country. Last I heard, he lived about 20 miles up the road from me. We all love him around here.
Last week my husband and I went to the local diner for dinner (supper?) where they have a Jeff Foxworthy calendar on the counter. He has a "You might be a redneck if..." line for every day of the year! That got me to thinking that some of us may be redneck home stagers, but just don't know it. I decided to come up with a list which will help us determine if we fall into that category. If you see yourself (or your stager) in the stipulations below, I don't advise fessing up to it. Here are the determining factors:
You might be a redneck home stager if...
- at any given time, at least one of your clients is named "Bubba."
- your hunting dog accompanies you on every job.
- when tackling curb appeal, your main dilemma is how to camouflage the Chevy on blocks in the front yard.
- decluttering involves getting the homeowners to par down the number of appliances on the front porch.
- your favorite staging greenery is kudzu.
- you've created a CD "mix" for your clients to use during their open house. It includes such favorites as "My Wife Ran Off With My Best Friend, and I Miss Him" and "If the Phone Ain't Ringin', It's Me."
- your staging fragrance of choice is "fried catfish."
- when updating, the homeowners typically replace their "comics" wallpaper with an Elvis mural.
- your staging "trademark" is a greased cast iron skillet placed on the stove.
- you always leave the toilet seat up.
If you have additional criteria to submit, please feel free. We must get the word out before it's too late.
If you know of someone suffering from "Redneck Home Stagers Disorder," please have them call our Stagers Anonymous hotline at 1-800-GET-HELP. Time is of the essence!
Patsy Overton, ASP, IAHSP
Accredited Staging Professional
Patsy@SSSHomeStaging.com 770-843-2307 www.SSSHomeStaging.com

















It all started about 3 years ago when our son graduated from high school and left home, college bound. I came to the realization that it was time for us to move. It wasn't so much that we needed to downsize, as we both have home offices and require additional space, but we needed a rearrangement of space. (Helpful hint: if both husband and wife work out of the home and you want to have a successful marriage, make sure your home offices are on separate floors. You can always text each other mid-morning and meet in the kitchen for a coffee break.) The main thing I wanted to accomplish with the move was to buy a home with the master on the main. After all, we're not getting any younger and the steps in a 2 story with a finished basement will be a problem at some point. All very logical, right?

When I pulled up to give my order, something didn't look quite right, but I couldn't put my finger on it. The worker said, "That will be $1.43 at the first window." (On a side note -- when my husband is with me at a drive-thru window and the clerk makes that statement, he always asks, "Well how much is it at the second window?" But I digress.)
(Yes, I know I'm late coming to the dance, but at least I've arrived.) I went online,
I was able to pick up a friend here, a friend there. I was quickly up to maybe 7-8 followers. Still not blowing the doors off, but things were progressing.
Now I had 10 followers.