Ah, memories.
I still vividly remember the evening my husband and I took possession of our first home. It was a Friday night in late September, 2009. A BEAUTIFUL night. We scurried around town all afternoon finalizing the close, heading to the lawyers office to pick up the keys, until we finally found ourselves excitedly driving up our street at about 6pm for the first time as new home-owners. And we weren’t just home owners. We were home-owners in Leslieville. We were in love.
Of course, shortly after walking through our new home for perhaps the 4th time since we had first seen it, we immediately realized that
a) we were absolutely famished, and
b) that we signed ourselves up for a lot of work. Like, a tonne of work. I’m talking never-ending renovations here.
Well, it’s all about tackling one problem at a time, so we decided to venture down Queen St to savour our first local meal as Leslieviller’s. Reliable Fish and Chips was smelling mighty good, so we brought our grub home in styrofoam containers, popped the champagne, and sat on our kitchen floor to enjoy our first meal. (No furniture yet….remember, we are starting renovations….this is the sole purpose for my blog…I’m just building context here….work with me…)
Yes, I brought glass champagne glasses specifically for this event (and yes, it goes well with styrofoam, fish and chips!)
Yes, those are our gorgeous blush-pink counter tops with coordinating blush-pink and white ceramic tiles in the background.
Yes, this kitchen is about to be destroyed.
But before we get there, let’s move back outside, where our perfect little street heard the first smashes of the sledge hammer emanating from our house: “BAMMM!!” “SMACKKK” BASH!!
Time: 7:48 pm
We’ve had possession for almost two hours. Let the games begin.
And so begins our story: two new homeowners + one quiet street in Leslieville + one very old house + Melissa’s obsession with all things decor, design and reno = GREAT idea for a regular blog on the Leslieviller!
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Melissa



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