Let Me Introduce You…

Cut Knife, SK

. . . to our house, to the story of how we ended up living in this neck of the woods. In February 2006, I fell in love with an internet photo on a realty website. It was a distance shot, taken from the street through the trees circling the yard. This little house looked like a cottage nestled in the woods and I wanted it.

I researched Saskatchewan; the economy was beginning to take off: check 1. I read up about Cut Knife. Its history was so accessible, so immediate, so intriguing, and the Realtor boasted of the town’s amenities: check 2. And, the price was right: check 3. We arranged for a viewing.

Ever heard of rose-coloured glasses? Well, yes, I was wearing them. The house had been a rental for 4 years and had sat vacant for one. Plywood covered two broken windows; there was a hole punched through one of the walls upstairs and the house hadn’t been cleaned. No heat during the prairie winter meant broken pipes; no operating sump pump meant there hadn’t been any drainage; ice on the basement floor meant we could have gone skating.

I also ignored the orange shag rug in the living room, the dark 1970s paneling in many of the rooms, and the painted plaster-like spackling in the rest of them. Instead, I focused on the Douglas fir staircase leading to the loft rooms upstairs, the remaining, original, multi-paned windows, and the sun porch. There was a huge garage (that’s another story), a raspberry patch, and lots of space available for a vegetable garden.

The house was almost 100 years old. It had been neglected and then abandoned, and it was a fixer-upper in the truest sense of the word. But I’d fallen in love with what it could become. I envisioned it restored, and I convinced my partner it was practical, doable and worth it. All we had to do was gut the interior and go from there…

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