Housing Complex

Everything May Go: One Dupont Mansion Owner Tries to Sell All Her Stuff—Every Year.


Holy Crap: The Mansion on O Street is crammed with odds and ends.

Note: I wrote about the Mansion on O Street last week, while its annual sale was occurring. Here's a bit more history on the landmark and its shall we say "quirky" proprietor. This story will appear in this week's print edition of the Washington City Paper. 

“Everything in the mansion is for sale,” states the woman seated near the front door of a place which calls itself, grandly, the Mansion on O Street. “If you don’t see a price tag, just bring it to me. If it’s too big, just take a picture on your cell phone and bring it here.”

“Just have fun,” she directs me—“it’s so much fun.”

The woman is H.H. Leonards, proprietor and creator of said mansion—several brick row houses combined into one colossal space just off Dupont Circle. Leonards opened the place in 1980, starting with 2020 O Street, later devouring half the block by purchasing 2022, then 2018, then 2024.

The Mansion bills itself as a hotel, museum, event venue, and, sometimes, a store: For the past 20 years, the Mansion has opened its doors for an annual multiday sale that offers delights even for—or especially for—those who hate shopping.

Wandering the Mansion’s labyrinth of rooms and stairways, one sees innumerable oddities: a wooden jacuzzi; a basement wine room/library filled with bottles of “Mansion on O Street” chardonnay, cabernet sauvignon, and merlot; a pool table covered with baskets stuffed with fake red flowers. There’s also a log cabin-themed loft decorated with bulls’ horns and rustic-looking knives.

Guitars decorate bedrooms and lounge space, hiding like children behind chairs here or near the foot of a bed there. Emmylou Harris scribbled her signature on one, as did Bob Dylan. (Somehow, it’s not a stretch to picture Dylan soaking in that jacuzzi or plotting a chess game at the glass table in the same bathroom—which is adorned with a whimsical chess set with pieces stationed dutifully for play.)

Leonards says the guitars are the only items not for sale.

“They were gifts of artists who stay here,” she explains.

Leonards, who describes herself as painfully shy, has large eyes and pale skin and prefers not to introduce herself by name to buyers—or conduct in-person or phone interviews with reporters. She requested all questions from Housing Complex be sent via e-mail, to which she replied at length.

“I prefer being anonymous, and just listen to other people talk about their stories,” she writes.

It sounds extreme: selling everything. But spend three minutes winding through the Mansion’s rooms, and you realize most items—a carved wooden bear lamp, a table with an embedded Monopoly board, thousands of framed collages, photographs, and paintings—won’t sell. And Leonards, who obviously has other sources of income from hosting events and putting up hotel guests, seems fine with that.

“We have not earned enough to pay 10% of our electric bill,” she writes of this year’s sale, which ran from Aug. 30 through last Friday. Most transactions contribute $10–$20 to the Mansion’s coffers, probably small items such as necklaces, hats, dishes, pill boxes, and books with titles like In Search of Excess and With or Without Roses.

It’s not that Leonards doesn’t want to sell the larger items: “I would love to sell something big sometime. Wow. Especially now with the economy.”

But ultimately, she writes, the sale is “not about making money. It is about the community, and everyone sharing. And it is fun. The same people come back every year, and new neighbors come in.”

Image by Darrow Montgomery

  • Bai Ganio

    I have had the experience to get behind the stage of the so called O-mansion and I regret every single minute. The house is really old and poorly maintained and literally stinks. The junk available for sale in every inch around the property is really useless and overpriced. The staff is totally disorganized and untrained! The owner has installed security cameras everywhere around the place and has every movement of the staff under surveillance. She likes to be addressed not by name, but as "H". I would say she is weird, but that is her style. The food they serve is low quality and NEVER fresh - being served over and over and repackaged! The most intersting part is I personally saw a rat running from the kitchen through one of the premises - which is outrageous. The poor visitors of the place are so dumb - I hate to say it but it is true. They even give positive reviews of this dump. It could really be an amusing place, if only it had a different owner I assume.