floor hell

I'm wicked proud of my man. He spent the past two summers ripping up that uber-funky green carpet out of our house and installing the most beautiful hardwood floor. I don't have many "before" photos to post (they're all on my old computer which is currently in a coma) so you'll have to just scroll through my old posts or just use your imagination.

Last summer we did the living room, dining room, foyer, and hallway. The foyer wasn't carpet. It was bright white ceramic bathroom tile. Gag. Notice the curtains in the dining room, or should I say "curtain". The cat managed to tear most of it down for us. I suppose it was his way of protesting the use of old-lady lacy crap in our house. Can't say I disagree.

The bedroom was such a pain. The bed is way too big and heavy to disassemble and move out of the room, so we had to shift it around during the whole process. The results were worth all the shoving and glue-scrubbing and bickering. He did not appreciate how I kept sneaking out when he wasn't looking to watch the Olympics.

We also have a room that we really didn't use much until we finished the floor. This room is begging for a pool table, but I doubt we'll ever get one. I spent almost $150 (ouch!) on these curtains and the rod, so an additional five grand for something we'll use twice a year is not too likely. But we can still dream.

All in all, the house looks great, a huge difference from what it looked like when we bought it four years ago. My man and I did purty good, if I do say so myself. Drop me some comments and let me know what you think!