we bought this house in the dark, cold winter of 2005. it had bad carpets, an ironing board in the kitchen wall, it smelled like cat urine mixed with cigarette smoke, and the ceilings were dangerously low. we ripped out the carpets and discovered hardwood, converted the ironing board nook into a spice rack and painted over the eau de feline marlboro. we couldn't do anything with the ceilings so we just pretended we were really tall whenever we were home. i particularly liked this.
the house was good. the neighbourhood was better. but as we grew and started to think about the future, questions popped up.
can we add another bedroom if we want two kids?
would a second story look silly?
are those pipes made of lead?
seriously, lead?
how much would it cost to do a complete reno?
the answers to these questions led us down the road we're on today. if we wanted a house that fit our values, our growing life, our bank account and yet was still in our neighbourhood, we'd have to find a unique solution.
an intense interest in infills soon developed, and we found ourselves on long walks that passed semi-detached construction sites.
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