Thinking of a move!

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As a home owner it is always after a snow storm I ask myself  why I would be here in the winter! Why do I live in a home with rooms I visit occasionally! I also always seem to find that in the winter months that there appears to be so much more junk in my home. Where does it all come from! Winter blues? Maybe!  However, as part of the baby boom generation I spend a lot of time with clients of my generation and most at some point ask themselves the same questions . Sitting on large homes that are usually your largest tax free asset may not make sense.

Ottawa’s housing market has been on a terrific run, helped by low interest rates, low supply of good homes l have pushed up home values.  This may be a good time as any for the downsizing baby boomers to  look to add to their nest egg by cashing out on the real estate market. Financial advisers say the decision to sell the family home isn’t one that can be rushed and requires careful planning before you list your home for sale

As experienced real estate agents we can certainly do that . In some cases planning can take months , others mere weeks but hiring an agent who is skilled at helping you through the process of getting a home ready is hugely important not only in obtaining the price you desire but in the minimalizing the stress sometimes around getting a home ready for sale. We focus in on the important items and provide guidance.

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Last year I wrote a series of articles about some of the aspects of getting your home ready for sale

Here are the links

https://teskey.com/category/expert-advice/staging-and-getting-the-house-ready

 

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Below are the average sale prices in Ottawa since 1969 It has been an amazing run – some years better than others but a steady good news story for most  home owners. An 18 year run of increase prices sometimes in the double digits.

Last year 2015 saw another 1.7 increase in the average sale to bring the average house sale price in Ottawa to $367,632. 00

Of course many of the core areas are more in demand than the suburbs and the average  prices are much, much higher. Regardless a property needs to be priced correctly for what the market will bear and there are times in the last few years that the market has turned sluggish for sometimes 6 months. So that planning and keeping up to date on the market is an  important aspect for  the sale of your home.

1969 $25,652 10.0
1970 $26,532 3.4
1971 $27,808 4.8
1972 $30,576 10.0
1973 $38,305 25.3
1974 $46,661 21.8
1975 $49,633 6.4
1976 $54,623 10.1
1977 $57,032 4.4
1978 $59,134 3.7
1979 $61,896 4.7
1980 $62,748 1.4
1981 $64,896 3.4
1982 $71,080 9.5
1983 $86,245 21.3
1984 $102,084 18.4
1985 $107,306 5.1
1986 $111,643 4.0
1987 $119,612 7.1
1988 $128,434 7.4
1989 $137,455 7.0
1990 $141,438 2.9
1991 $143,361 1.4
1992  $143,868 0.4
1993 $148,129 3.0
1994 $147,543 -0.4
1995 $143,193 -2.9
1996 $140,534 -1.9
1997 $143,873 2.4
1998 $143,953 0.1
1999 $149,650 4.0
2000 $159,511 6.6
2001 $175,971 10.3
2002 $200,711 14.1
2003 $218,692 9.0
2004 $235,678 7.8
2005 $244,532 3.8
2006 $255,889 4.7
2007 $272,618 6.4
2008 $290,366 6.6
2009 $303,888 4.9
2010 $327,225 7.7
2011 $343,284 4.9
2012 $351,792 2.3
2013 $357,348 1.6
2014 $361,707 1.2

Enjoy your dreams.

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FT columnists Lucy Kellaway and David Tang correspond after visiting each other’s homes
Dear Sir David

It was great to meet you this morning and thank you both for visiting me in Islington and showing me all three of your splendid London homes — in Chelsea, Piccadilly and Hyde Park. I expect you noticed that I am an exceedingly nosy person, so you can imagine what a kick I got out of seeing your priceless furniture and paintings, inspecting your bookcases and — this was the bit I liked best of all — rifling through your cupboards and drawers.Yet I hope you won’t be hurt if I tell you how relieved I was to get back to my own empty kitchen afterwards. I made myself a cup of tea, closed my eyes and sat quietly trying to collect myself before writing to you.

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Lucy Kellaway in the kitchen of her home in London

In advance I had been warned that your approach to interior design was maximalist, but nothing had prepared me for the sheer volume of stuff you own. Your wife, who is a devotee of yoga, tells me that there is not enough floor in any of your houses on which to unroll a yoga mat. Sometimes she pushes the table to one side in the dining room in Chelsea, but even then there are chairs, enormous chandeliers, sideboards, occasional tables, paintings in bubble wrap leaning on the walls, seven hats, half a dozen Chinese clocks and a lot of electric cable. And it’s the sparsest room in the house.

I gathered from our conversation that you have five further houses — two in Hong Kong, two in Beijing and one in New York — and that a similar approach to stuff is evident in all of them. In addition, you have three warehouses to store additional belongings (two of which you have kept secret from your wife). Far from getting rid of things, you tell me you adore shopping and are adding to the pile. While your driver was taking us from one house to another, I overheard you saying you’ve just ordered another 12 shirts. What is it all about?

I know the question of clutter is partly a matter of personality. But wouldn’t life be simpler if you got rid of some of it? And not just simpler, wouldn’t you be able to appreciate the beauty of some of the things you owned, if there wasn’t so much of it?

As I explained to you earlier this morning when you inspected my house in London, I am a recent disciple of Marie Kondo, the Japanese tidying guru. Last autumn I read her declutter manifesto, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying, and since then I have applied her simple test to everything I own. I have sifted through all my belongings, asking of each item: does this give me joy? If not, I carted it off to the dump. As not much of what I owned gave me joy, my house is now almost empty, which does give me joy, in a surprisingly large quantity.

What, I wonder after my visits this morning, would happen if you gave your stuff the Kondo treatment? Would you end up chucking it all, too? Or does all of it really give you joy?

That’s all for now. I’ve been direct with you, and I hope you’ll return the favour. Tell me honestly — what did you think of my house? I really want to know. Please reply quickly

Lucy

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My dear Lucy

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David Tang in the office/study of his Chelsea home

First, I only have three more homes, not five: two in Hong Kong and one in Beijing. And none in Noo Yawk.

But thank you for showing me your one home, whose manicured tidiness offered, I admit, a sense of calmness but also a feeling of tedium. There was no immediate excitement and few surprises, except for the oversized Victorian sideboard in your hallway, which immediately jarred with a lot of your G Plan-ish furniture.

The most important point about my visit was that it confirmed to me your embrace of Kondo for her dubious principle of joy through decluttering. Doesn’t that make you a slave to possessions when possessions should be our slaves?

Also, as a Chinese, I have never really trusted the Japanese. For a start, the world’s most cluttered department store, with far more stock keeping units than any other in the world, is of course Tokyu Hands. I love that store in Tokyo and spend hours rummaging through its vast range of goods. What would Kondo say about this quintessentially Japanese institution? She certainly wouldn’t be engaged as a merchandiser there. Imagine the horror of a total depletion of choices!

When my wife suggested to me the possibility of being “Kondonised”, I immediately resisted because I adore being surrounded by masses of stuff, so that I don’t have to be bored by looking at empty walls or pieces of furniture with nothing on or in them. Just think of the anticlimax of opening a large drawer only to find, as I did in your set of drawers next to your bed, just a few rolled up bundles of your husband’s monochromatic underpants — and a half empty drawer. If you opened mine, it would offer you a whole range of socks: from thick to thin, from long to short, from wool to cotton, from black to white, from yellow to blue, from plain to patterned. It’s like Aladdin’s cave and who wouldn’t want to stumble into Aladdin’s cave?

No, I don’t need tidying up. Beethoven never did. Nor Brahms nor Einstein. They all lived among piles of stuff. If such maximal environments were good enough for them then they’re good enough for me. Stuff the Kondo, I say.

Masses of love

Sir David Anthony Prise
Wing-Cheung Tang, KBE, OBE, Chevalier l’Ordre des 
Arts et des Lettres, DSc, BA

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Dear Sir David

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Kellaway’s trousers rolled up in a bedroom drawer

So sorry to have slightly overestimated the size of your property portfolio. In return, may I correct a couple of minor misapprehensions you have about my house? First, what you saw in the drawer were not my husband’s underpants but my trousers. Second, it’s Ercol, not G-plan. And, finally, my mother would have been most distressed to have her aunt’s 18th-century oak dresser described as an oversized Victorian sideboard. The reason it survived my recent cull was because it gave my mum joy. Kondo would not approve of such sentimentality, but I’m not such a slavish disciple that I have to follow her in everything.

I note you enlist Beethoven in your defence. Granted, he wrote some fine music without being a neat freak; but equally he didn’t spend his life wasting time shuttling between half a dozen different homes, and I very much doubt if he started each day dithering over a vast choice of socks.

Lucy Kellaway’s 18th-century oak dresser©Victoria Birkinshaw

Kellaway’s 18th-century oak dresser

You are evidently pleased with your sock collection, but your drawer was so full it was difficult to open; I bet there are 100 pairs at the bottom that you haven’t seen in decades. My objection to all this isn’t waste, it’s inefficiency. You told me that you recently bought a new suit and then promptly lost it. It took your wife and staff three days to search among the 100-plus you already own before it turned up. Isn’t that evidence enough?

And mentioning your wife again brings me to a final point. Your way of living imposes a cost on your family — and on your staff. When I asked your housekeeper if you should have less, she rolled her eyes in agreement. Perhaps in the end you and I are similar — both being selfish in imposing respectively extreme disorder and extreme order on those who live with us.

Should we both mellow a touch in their interests?

Lucy

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My dear Lucy

David Tang’s untidy sock drawer©Victoria Birkinshaw

Tang’s untidy sock drawer

So you wear the trousers. Nevertheless, since you snitched on me by telling my wife in a FaceTime conversation about my two hidden warehouses, perhaps I should, for the benefit of your husband, reciprocate your underhand move by exposing your confession to me that, when he is at work, you regularly select various possessions of his and secretly dispose of them.

I suppose I must take your word for it that your oak old dresser is 18th century, although it doesn’t detract from the fact that it is too rustic and bulky in your hallway. Even by your own admission, it deserves culling under the Kondo principle which does not allow for “transferred joy”, which you impute to your mother. It’s no good preaching the Kondo creed if you conveniently ignore it when it suits you. And there lies your Achilles heel: that your life should be shaped by an arbitrary evaluation against which you end up cheating.

As opposed to such a slippery slope, we keepers of possessions are free from any fetters — we have no urgency to get rid of anything at any time. We stand fast on what we choose to keep and have no compunction to act as hoarders. I call it lazy freewill which is a real luxury. If the price of this is to have a drawer jammed full of socks which might never see the light of day then I draw comfort from the fact that our ocean floors are buried with immense biodiversity of which we know nothing.

Furthermore, we love the serendipities and sense of frisson arising from the sudden discovery of things we had long forgotten. These are sensations you miss out on because you have thrown away most of your things and will never suddenly come across them again, and if you do remember any of them, you can only wallow in nostalgia and regret.

David Tang’s books and suits packed into a wardrobe©Victoria Birkinshaw

Tang’s books and suits packed into a wardrobe

You are mistaken that I live an inefficient life. As I buy almost everything in multiples, I have everything I need at each of my abodes. Hence, I hardly ever have to pack when I travel between Beijing and Hong Kong and London. I get on the aeroplane simply with my shoulder bag and luxuriate in the knowledge that I have everything I need at the other end. Ergo, I live a very efficient life involving lots of travel.

And you need not shed any sympathy for those working around me. They know they are not expected to do any real tidying up, especially with my books, pictures or clothes that happily remain piled up or stuffed up until further notice, which is usually a long time. Therefore, they only attend to surface cleaning, whose spring never seems to come. This laissez-faire attitude lightens their workload and I should be credited for being considerate.

So please, as your new best friend, even if we disagree on the stuff of life, I beg you not to slide down that inexorable path of gradual elimination. It’s a dangerous tendency to “tidy things up”, when that job should only be properly handled by the henchmen of the Yakuza.

Masses of love

Sir David Anthony Prise
Wing-Cheung Tang, KBE, OBE, Chevalier l’Ordre des 
Arts et des Lettres, DSc, BA

Photographs: Victoria Birkinshaw

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The Art of Clutter

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I  try to read both the  Sunday New York Times  and the Financial Times for the amazing House and Home section when time allows. I noticed that both have recently published articles about the joy of clutter and accumulation of items.

As an agent I spend a great deal of time helping Sellers get their homes ready for sale. I quite often go home thinking : I have got to get rid of my stuff! I get home, clean and tidy and then throw out some papers and then realize as I dust each one of my collectibles the memory of why I got them or how I got them comes back to me. Most signify something special to me –  of special times, of special people and of the times when I had no money and slowly saved to allow me to get something I really wanted . Each item has a  story that goes with it. Interesting of course possibly to me only but it is part of who I am and who I was.

So usually just throwing out the papers is as far as I get. When I read these articles ( posted separately ) I thought them worth sharing. They are both funny and interesting. We hear so much about purging and staging but not much about the art of accumulating your lifès events and  passages  through what you collect.

This is the New York Times article:

                Let‘s Celebrate the Art of Clutter

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Written by Dominique Browning is the senior director of Moms Clean Air Force.

We are in a collective, and most unfortunate, paroxysm of guilt and anxiety about stuff.

This is a cyclical event, and here we are, back in the eternal return of the same. We are being barraged with orders to pare down, throw away, de-clutter.

Magazine covers advertise formulas for how to get rid of things (most of which involve buying new things for this purpose).

Entire books (books we will soon enough be told to toss) cover the subject. And, even then there is an “art,” a Japanese art, no less, to doing so (and we all know that any Japanese art is the most artful art of all).

Entire companies are being built on the backs of a neurosis that makes us believe that the process of shedding is complicated to the point of paralyzing .

It is all pointless and misguided, and it is time to liberate ourselves from the propaganda of divestment.

I would like to submit an entirely different agenda, one that is built on love, cherishing and timelessness. One that acknowledges that in living, we accumulate. We admire. We desire. We love. We collect. We display.

And over the course of a lifetime, we forage, root and rummage around in our stuff, because that is part of what it means to be human. We treasure.

Why on earth would we get rid of our wonderful things?

It is time to celebrate the gentle art of clutter. We live, and we pick up things along the way: the detritus of adventure; the vessels of mealtimes; the books and music of a life of the mind; the pleasures of our daily romps through the senses.

In accumulating, we honor the art of the potter, sitting at a wheel; we appreciate the art of the writer, sitting at a desk; we cherish the art of the painter, standing in front of an easel. (By this litany ye shall know that I have many books, many paintings, many pots — and many more things I love.)

I can assure you that I know all about moving into less space, and different space. I am also here to tell you that stuff responds to mysterious forces at work in the universe in much the same way as do the moon and the tides.

No matter how much stuff you give your sister, still in her large house, so that you can fit into your cozier shell, within a few years I guarantee you will have new possessions winking happily at you from tabletops and bookshelves. And you will be glad to see them .

And yes, you will have bookshelves. Never enough of them. And more books, to replace all those books you gave away. That, too, is a law of nature.

The stuff we accumulate works the same way our body weight does. Each of us has a set point to which we invariably return. Each of us has been allotted a certain tolerance, if not a need, for stuff; each of us is gaited to carry a certain amount of weight in possessions.

Some of us, rare breeds, tend toward the minimalist; some tip into a disorder of hoarding. Most of us live in the middle range. How marvelous it is to simply accept that, and celebrate it.

These days, having moved several times in several years, I am still mourning the loss of a few things I ought never have given away. I am still overcome by object lust, from time to time. And I still want to fit yet another photograph or painting onto a wall.

Go ahead, call me materialistic. I’ll just wonder what you think you are made of.

I am not done with living. I am not done with my things. I love them, in fact, more and more each year, as I recollect the journey that brought us together. I will cherish them, till death do us part.

And rather than fret about my inability to get rid of things, artfully, graciously, or otherwise, I am not only giving in to the desire to keep getting stuff, but I am also fantasizing about how I am going to pass my things on to my children.

Who, I insist, must take them. Even though they are already, at the tender age of 30 (mere children!), worried about having too many things. They don’t know from stuff.

I want to affix labels underneath things, telling them that what looks like a stained and rickety table is actually a Chinese altarpiece from the Ming dynasty with rolled bamboo marble. And if you run your hand along the top of it, you can feel the gradations that come of hand-cutting and polishing marble.

And that staining happened because all that marvelous Chinese furniture of the upper classes was stashed in damp barns for decades, their legs in puddles of water, hidden from the authorities who considered them the artifacts of decadence and wanted them destroyed. That’s how powerful stuff can be.

“That tchotchke you think you’re going to put out on a tag sale table for $10?” I want to say to my sons. “That’s Nymphenburg. It is worth hundreds of dollars.” I found it at a tag sale for $10, and pounced.

I have started saying things to my sons like: “When I die, just please, rent a warehouse, and put everything away. You are too young to understand the value of what I have bought. Someday you will want these things, and you’ll only have to shop in your warehouse.”

Never mind that their homes may be full of their own things. I want to know, now, that forever after, I will be watching down on them from the walls and the shelves, having somehow transmogrified myself into my stuff.

Because I do believe that happens. We were meant to be together, and the cells from my sweaty palms, or the eye beams from my covetous gaze, will reside in my things forever.

That’s the idea, anyway.

There is a reason we talk about nesting. Next time you are out walking, take a close look at a nest.

Nests are full of twigs, bits of fluff, string, moss and bark. Stuff birds take home, and fit to a shape that accommodates their lives.

Some birds even press their warm bodies against their stuff as they are making their nests, molding them to the shape of their breasts, so that they file like… home

A home that is uniquely theirs and uniquely beloved.

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Sobeys in the Urban Core- “To where the Neighbourhood comes to get Fresh.”

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Last night I wandered down to Sobeys  which just opened on the corner of Lisgar and Metcalfe.

Welcome to Ottawa’s Urban Lifestyle-  – walking and biking to all your needs.

Wow, many of us had hoped that the old Goldstein’s on Elgin would be replaced by another grocery store but this is better than one could hope for.Certainly all the people who also work downtown are overjoyed as well.

With the amount of condos being built downtown, the “hoods” were in dire need of a large grocery store. Especially with good take out and pre cooked foods.

This one delivers that in spades. SOBEYS  Clean, friendly, and choice galore.

The take out food is plentiful and varied with a Sushi counter with Ramen noodles and soup . There is a serving counter for take out and a self serve counter which both times that I have been there ( late evenings) is almost sold out ( the chick pea masala is excellent). Lots of cooked vegetable’s ( my favorite the spaghetti squash- cooked al dente – which was of course sold out).

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The cheese displays are endless. Picture is only part of the display.

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Just try to get past the  cake counter. The cream pies have their own cooler !

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Fish counter looked great and a butcher counter as well as display coolers.

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The vegetables make you want to become a Vegetarian.

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There is a coffee bar attached and a wine outlet.

Best of all- Open from 7:00 a.m. till 11:00 p.m. every day.

 

 

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Is it the right time to Sell!

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As is my usual habit, I awake at 5 -make a latte and sit down to read my papers, which waken me as they hit my front door- it is my morning ritual. I spend some time on the Globe’s business section- not because I really have a good grasp of the stock market, but I like to keep abreast of the business/economic markets which have their own take and advice on real estate.

This morning there was an article regarding homes, there are lots of these and depending on who you believe either the market is over inflated or is still continuing to grow.  Most of the info about markets are based around the Toronto or Vancouver markets so not as relevant to the Ottawa market.

However, information not to be ignored either by any means.

Part of the article today (again mostly about the TO and Vancouver market) had something I think is worth sharing .

I have been in the business a long time and have been through the up and down markets- interest rates of 21 %,  price and wage control economy’s as well as the boom high teck market and the last 20 years of good growth. I am often asked by older clients about when to sell. I thought this part of the article  summed it up nicely:

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Is it the right time to sell your house? Look at the historical data

part of an article from the Globe and Mail paper written by Robert Champion

For many older Canadians, their home is their single largest asset. As we age, many of us sell our homes and use the proceeds to help fund our retirement. Knowing that we will need to sell our homes at some future date, we look at the rising house prices and assume that they will continue to rise. We believe that we will benefit from deferring the decision to sell. That can be a huge mistake: If you choose not to sell your house in the near term and prices decline, a health or financial crisis could force you to sell at a much lower price.

For older homeowners, here is the key takeaway: The historical data shows that when house prices decline, it takes 10 years or more for them to recover. Younger homeowners have time on their side; they can afford to wait for prices to recover. Older homeowners may not have that luxury.

Buying and selling a home are the biggest financial decisions most of us are likely to make in our lifetimes. Our behavioural biases mean that we tend to make decisions based on recent data that fit our view of events, rather than incorporating long-term historical data. We base our decisions on the fact that house prices have risen significantly in recent years and ignore that fact that they declined by 30 per cent in the 1990s. It’s different this time, right!

Robert  Champion is vice-president of client services for Toronto-based Sprung Investment Management

I am not suggesting that prices are falling, just if you are thinking of a move,  planning a retirement and a new lifestyle you know what you have now and what your home is worth – no one has a crystal ball.

To quote my old friend Michael Provost

“Where do you want to be in 1 year ?- where do you want to be in  5 years?”

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Take a look at our historical data.

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1980 – 2014- Year Sale Price Change

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The White Monkey

Ever go into a store and want to take half of it home with you? Well this is how I feel everytime I go into the White Monkey on Gladstone Ave. I enjoy the designs from all eras and the owners of this store have a great eye whether it be furniture or smalls, lamps, prints or all things retro especially from the mid- centruy.

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Owners Jim Robinson and Maciej Fijalkowski

The owners Tim Robertson and Maciej Fijalkowski opened this store around 2007.

Tim has a keen eye for finding treasures and together with Maciej (he is the hands on restorer) they  have chosen quality pieces and in many cases reinvented many of the items to a chic New York style. 

This is not just an antique store it is a “style” store that brings you great ideas that are perfect for the urban dweller of  any type of  home or apartment. The one thing you notice is how well the different styles can  mix together. Whether it is the deco buffet bar with the new black lamps atop or the 1970s teak couch recently reupolstered into a  very contemporty look, the items provide not only great decor ideas but are of excellent quality.

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There is a back room full of lamps, dishs (great Fiesta ware)  and vases. The upstairs has a room just for teak.  If you are looking for a statement item there are lots to choose from. The designs are mostly from the mid century with some mint Deco pieces . Right now there is a gorgous Deco armoir, a Deco bar buffett and one of the nicest Deco buffets I have seen (worth buying just for the handles). There is also the lacquered chests of drawers in white or black  that are very modern and have that sleek style that is so popular now for apartments. There are mid century chairs that have been reupolstered providing a modern but warm look. Of course all around is artwork and lots and lots of lovely smalls from glass jars of shells to Japenese laquered boxes. This is a store to go find that “right piece” for any room.  An eclectic mix of furniture and accessories for every taste.

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 While I was there a gentleman bought two Chinese figure  lamps for his hall table – one larger that the other – he was going to put them side by side – one was a brillant yellow and I think the other red. What a great idea and certainly a statement.  As he said ” Why not!.

Put this store on the “must go to” list

The White Monkey    www.vintageretrofurnitureottawa.com

395A Gladstone Ave- open Thurs, Friday,Saturday from 10.am to 5 p.m  Sunday noon till 5   Phone :  613.231-4678

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

The Wood Pile

Kens Firewood and Aggragates

It is just after 6:30 a.m and Ken has just left. He as always shows up on time with my two cords of wood for my fireplace. This is one cheerful guy in the early mornings!

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Ken also supplies me with what has been the best topsoil , mulch and manure that I have ever used on my garden. He also provides all types of gravel and stone. 

For those of us with wood burning fireplaces this is the man to go too for firewood. He even splits it small for you if you need that. His wood is seasoned and dry.

Here is abit about his wood and how to reach him :

www.kensfirewood.ca

 available 7 days a week  8 am to 5pm 613.720.5942

“We are a proud family-owned company that has been serving the Ottawa area since 2002. We offer high quality firewood, soil, mulch and aggregates giving you a touch of comfort and beauty both inside and outside your home.  ”       

  • We deliver to the entire Ottawa Valley*
  • We offer service 7 days a week and deliver your load, if required, with short notice (we prefer a day’s notice)
  • Pickup and delivery is available
  • We can deliver small or large loads and can even offer a split load of two different materials
  • We offer a wide variety of mulch, stone, soil, firewood, kindling and bagged wood (campfire wood)

I am off to stack the wood pile now. 

 

The Iron Man

Majestic Metal Works:

Many years ago  I renovated my home and put a totally open floating staircase without rails of any kind.

So, when I decided that it might be best to put in some railings, it was a search to find a company who could make me what I wanted.

What I had always wanted was a deco style railing in metal.

I had found a railing that I liked on the internet and after having it redesigned and drafted to fit my home, the search began to find someone who could do it for me.

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Which lead me to Andy of Magestic Metal Works.

Andy appeared at my door and  had a true understanding of what I wanted. It is always challenging to see if what you asked for and what you get matches your vision and Majestic Metal Works did just that. The staircase handrail is exactly what I had wanted. He is now working on my exterior railings.

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Andy is very proud of his work and so he should be. Your satisfaction is very important to him.

He does all kinds of work and artisrty.

  • Balusters, borders and ornaments
  • Brackets, lance points, finials and rosettes
  • Staircases, landings, railings, gates, fences, protection guards
  • Steel structural & miscellaneous fabrications
  • Cast and wrought iron, steel, aluminum, stainless steel
  • Custom designs an specification drawings
  • Fabrication and installation
  • Welding repairs, mobile welder.

This is a company I would  not hesitate to recommend.

To reach them:

Majestic Metal Works
G.(Andy) Hammoud
613.228.2666
www.majesticiron@rogers.com 

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