I had a great time this past weekend. Nothing super special happened – I just enjoyed being at home and in my neighbourhood.
On Saturday I ran errands in the ‘hood, including picking up some exterior paint at Pro Glow. Then I popped into The Purple Purl to get supplies for my next knitting project. Co-owner Jenn spent lots of time with me, helping me choose just the right yarn, and then some of the lovely gals hanging out there helped me to wind the wool. Every time I go to the Purple Purl, it feels like I’m catching up with friends, even though I technically don’t really know them.
On Sunday morning, Ian, Little C, our friend Hilary and I walked over to the inaugural Leslieville Farmers Market. We popped in to Red Rocket on the way for coffees, and we weren’t the only ones with that idea. The place was hopping with Leslievillers picking up some java on their way to the market. That afternoon I painted the front stairs of my house with the paint I picked up on Saturday. While outside, I caught up with my neighbours two doors down. I love knowing who I share the street with. So many friendly faces.
On Sunday evening we had a BBQ on the back deck with friends and finished the evening off with an apple cinnamon pie from the Canadian Pie Company that I picked up at the Farmers Market that morning. It was amazing. I wish I had purchased an extra pie – now I know for next time.
That was it… just a typical weekend in Leslieville. Like I said, nothing special. But it’s a perfect example of why I love living here. I can get just about anything I need within walking distance, I know most of the local shop owners by name, and I get along with the people on my street. I know it’s corny, but I feel such a great sense of community in this neighbourhood, and I’m really happy to be here.
[photo of Leslieville Farmers Market taken with the Hipstamatic app on my iPhone]