Unbelievable Surprise Awaits Buyers Upon Entering Elderly Lady’s Home for Sale

Toronto’s newest real estate listing ⁣is a nostalgic trip to the past, specifically the 1950s. For ⁢a price of $699,000, you can own a home that could easily ‌be mistaken for the‌ set of the classic TV ​show “I Love Lucy.” The current owner has resided in the house ‍for an impressive 72 years and has taken great ‍care to preserve its original design and decor from the era.

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Located in the desirable⁤ Bloom West​ Village​ neighborhood, just a short distance from Toronto’s bustling Central Business District, this charming abode has remained unchanged despite the city’s rapid growth. The current owners moved in during the tumultuous year of 1942, a time defined by war ⁢and its ⁤aftermath.

This ⁢quaint two-story, three-bedroom home is constructed with brick and stone and boasts open fireplaces ⁢throughout, a necessity for surviving harsh Canadian winters. The previous owner, a skilled‍ seamstress and⁢ self-proclaimed interior decorator, used soft hues and tone-on-tone accents to create a ⁤tranquil and inviting living space.

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The house is adorned with metallic wallpaper, baroque prints, gold furnishings, and floral patterns, all of which transport visitors back in time to the 1950s.

In an exclusive interview with HGTV Canada, the owner shared her ‍passion for individual style and her meticulous attention to detail in creating a cohesive living​ space. Every element of⁢ the home was ⁣handpicked by her, leaving nothing to chance.

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This level of care and​ dedication ⁢is evident in every room, from the vintage appliances to‌ the vibrant bedding.

The current owner is moving to a retirement community, making this a rare opportunity for someone else to own a piece of history and live in a home ⁢that is both charming and one-of-a-kind.

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Aside from its unique charm, the property’s location is another major selling point. It is conveniently situated near shops, restaurants, ‍and⁢ parks,⁢ making Bloom ⁤West Village a highly sought-after neighborhood. And with its close proximity to Toronto’s ⁤Central Business District, residents can ⁤enjoy the best of both worlds.

For ‌those interested in owning⁣ a piece ​of history, this 1950s time capsule in Toronto is a must-see. The house has been impeccably​ maintained and offers a rare⁤ chance⁤ to experience life​ in​ a home that is both enchanting and true to​ its era. Don’t miss out on this opportunity to step back in time and immerse yourself‌ in the nostalgia‍ of the 1950s.

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