Wednesday WTF
When my predecessor handed over the reins to this esteemed weekly feature, she warned me that my Internet search history would never recover and that my inbox would become a Wednesday WTF mailbag of mayhem. She was correct. Some inherit jewels, some inherit money, some inherit good or bad genes, and even the wind. I…
We love our readers. And fans of the Wednesday WTF are especially ardent and helpful, and send us suggestions. So many of you sent this house that is now on the market, and is owned by one Dr. Phil McGraw, he of the hirsute lip and slightly Texan twang and all the folksy humor. If…
If ever there was an event designed for Wednesday WTF, it is the office white elephant exchange. I mean, unless someone specifically says, “We’re giving nice gifts this year,” it’s a seasonal opportunity designed for making people open gift bags and say, “Why?”
In one of my favorite songs from the musical Gypsy, three burlesque dancers instruct the girl who would become Gypsy Rose that, “Kid, you gotta get a gimmick if you wanna get ahead.” And now, it seems everyone in real estate or even the hospitality industry has taken that mantra to heart, to questionable ends.
Our Wednesday WTF this week is something I like to call an “Oh Dear” house, as in, “This house is charming, I see nothing wrong with it, OH DEAR, what is that?” In this case, it’s a contemporary built in 2010, but for all the world looks like a home built in the 1980s. Meet…
