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Sally Dunbar Fair Oaks Realtor (916) 535-0356

Does the Lender Make a Difference?

When a new buyer chooses a lender, what is their choice based on? Interest rate?, the trust of a referral?, who has the prettiest sign? Often it's who seems to have the cheapest interest rate. What a mistake!

Airplane over Hudson RiverConsider Captain Sulley. He looked like everyone else who flew. He always landed those planes, so it's hard to say how good he was. But when disaster hit, he was able to pull off the miraculous, and land a giant engineless jet in the cold frigid waters of the Hudson River. He used his years and years of experience, training, drills, and lessons learned from the inevitable mishaps he must have faced before to pull it off.

Your lender is the same. They all seem comparable... until disaster strikes. And when it does, you want experience on your side. A few months ago I sold a home in a great neighborhood of Citrus Heights, located 1/4 mile from a very seedy street (one of our areas worst). Any local appraiser would have understood to not use comps from the seedy street, as it was insulated from my buyer's home by geographical factors. But as the crow flies, it's another story. Our appraisal came in fine... actually above our price. It was the desk review that shot us down. It came in $60K low! Why, because the out-of-area underwriter used a zillow-like process to estimate the value... which included sales within a bull-eye radius. And that meant our seedy street became our comparable.
Airplane over Hudson River
But my lender has been doing this for over 30 years, and understands the ins and outs of lending like the back of her hand. She whipped into action, and got the loan through. Did she use magic?, coercion?, bribery?... no. She used her experience to know which of the many paths to take to make it work. She could have gone a number of different directions, but she knew exactly the turns to make at each fork in the road, as she led our transaction down the path to a closed escrow.

So don't just pick the lender with the cheapest quote. It could mean the difference between getting your home or not. Always go with experience. Don't know who to call?

CALL ME... I GOT PEOPLE!

flickr Photo by mpflies2

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A Walk on the American River at Sacramento Bar... in Fair Oaks

Sacramento Bar is the area just West of the Sunrise Bridge in Fair Oaks, filled with acres and acres of rock cobble left over from gold mining that ended in the 60's. It's one of my favorite places to walk, right near my home in Fair Oaks. You're in the middle of town, yet within minutes, you are deep in nature. Join me as we stroll the American River at Sacramento Bar on a recent winter Saturday...

And just for the record, Lewis and Clark DID NOT raft this river... I just imagine that I'm back in time to when they COULD have!  But if I ever hear an arrow go wizzing by, I'll start wondering...

For bluff or view homes in Fair Oaks, call me!

Walk-Through Wackiness - a Hershey Hotstreak in Fair Oaks......

chocolate design"If the chocolate sauce won't squirt, try this..", said Ryan (FNTPTS - fake name to protect the stupid). With that, he held the bottle and spun his arm like a propeller, in giant circles... the pressure of the chocolate sauce building.

It worked the last time he tried it with ketsup. It squeezed right up to the neck of the bottle, and BINGO.. his hot dog was adorned. No muss, no fuss. Easy peazy....

...but not this time. It was the night before my buyer's final walk-through. The new carpet was spotless, and the stiple texture of the acoustic ceiling was pristine.

The black goo had settled into the bottle for way too long. With a few more rotations, it was sure to break free. Then SPLOOOOOOOSH! The chocolate stream gave way in an impressive explosion. A solid brown stripe was implanted in an orbital pattern from ceiling - to wall- to floor - to ceiling again. A Hershey Hotstreak. And the buyers were coming tomorrow. So much for the pristine acoustic ceiling.

The sellers frantically went into action ... detailing the ceiling, shampooing the carpet, and sweeping out the doghouse where Ryan would spend the next few nights! Miraculously by walk-through time the next day you couldn't tell. You honestly couldn't! We closed escrow a few days later. No worse for wear and tear, to quote Mick and the boys.

Funny thing, however. Just a few months ago the buyers called me to help them buy a rental. I couldn't help but ask, "Ruby.... Have you ever had any problems in your family room with spots or anything?" Then I told her the story. "Ah... that does explain the single drop of brown "paint" we found on the ceiling one time - but couldn't figure out where it came from.... Figured it must have been a heck of a party once."

Flickr photo by Noidp

One of my favorite sales... Lemon Street in Fair Oaks

This gorgeous home on Lemon Street in Fair Oaks has been in and out of my life many times. The first time I sold it, was for the family that built it. I was so moved by the stories of their life there. Like the Easter egg hunts in the garden... the slip and slide parties down the hill side... the bonfires in the pasture... and prom night dinners in the gazebo.

It was built to house their gigantic family, with amazing thought to detail. Like the deep closet by the garage door, so sports paraphernalia didn't turn into household decoration. And the 7 cubbies lined up just beyond the pantry, so backpacks would have a home somewhere other than, well, everywhere. This was built as a HOME, not for speculation.

I remember sitting in the living room during one open house, a quiet lull in buyer traffic. I absorbed just being there. What struck me the most were the little love notes tacked to the quiltplanning board... sentimental tokens of love for a wonderful Mom. And her quilts decorating the hallways... made with painstaking detail, as these same loving kids looked on. There was a couch set up in the bay window of her quilting room, the favored spot for Dad to enjoy his morning coffee & paper... while she quilted.

It struck me how much love and family life that home had seen, and I have to say it overwhelmed me for that moment. With teary eyes I wrote them a note about it, impressed with the commitment they had made to family. I was careful to point out that I was not an obsessed stalker, but just someone who appreciated and GOT the wonderful family they had created!

I sold the home eventually, happy they would be moving on with their plans, but sad to lose my involvement. It wasn't my buyer, so Lemon Street was gone from my life.

easter egg basketBut funny how things turn out. After a number of years, I got a wonderful phone call from the current owners, to help them sell the home. One of my favorite homes was back in my life again!

It was really like a homecoming for me, like meeting up with an old friend. And quilting is still a part of it, as the home on Lemon Street becomes one of the threads that weaves the fabric of my career. It has added to the texture.... to the patchwork of experiences that makes up my career.

...and I still love the home......

Flickr photo by karen