A major renovation.
After finally giving up on the notion that I would be able to pull this off myself, I hired Julie and her team to help our family pack our 3 story house for a major renovation. This sounds straightforward enough—but it wasn’t, because I’m a pack rat. I’m also a control freak and a procrastinator. Bad combo.

Essentially my husband and I (okay, mostly me) had 30 years of crap stored in a basement cellar, a three-car garage, and two public storage containers—in addition to what was stuffed in all the cabinets, closets, and baskets (I had a thing for baskets) in our three-story house.

It was a daunting task, and I’m not sure which part of it Julie found more onerous: sorting through all the crap, or making her way through me to get to the crap to sort it. Finally, she instituted a rule: what goes in the trash (or the good will bag) stays in the trash. We don’t go picking back through the bag.

Long story short, she was a champ—always cheerful, organized, methodical, and very clever about using humor to help me part with things I hadn’t used in 20 years and lift my spirits whenever I became demoralized by the sheer volume of stuff.

Aside from the fact that she’s just plain good at what she does—knowing all the organizational tricks, supply options and resources, etc,—what I really appreciated the most about working with her is her ability to roll with the punches. Murphy’s Law (If anything can go wrong it will!) definitely applied to our 100 year old home—not to mention our bright idea NOT to move out, but to set up house on the bottom floor. Julie would just come in, assess the situation and use her considerable initiative to make things happen—everything from dealing with contractors, posting things on Craig’s list to running to the store to searching the web to walking the dog. Oh, and speaking of the dog, when we were on vacation she saved the little critter’s life. Seriously. Instead of just cleaning up our 14-year-old dog’s vomit and letting her curl up on her bed (which is all she does when she’s sick) she called our vet and took her in. Turns out Molly had severe gastroenteritis and dehydration. The vet told me that if Julie had not brought her in, she would likely have died from organ failure.

I realize this testimonial sounds like I drank more than my share of the Julie cool-aid. And besides, who’s going to dis the person that saved their dog’s life! But honestly, I’m a pretty demanding and fussy person and I would recommend Julie and her team to anyone without caveat. I don’t make blanket recommendations like this often.

Sincerely,
Linda Bradford