When we were renovating our home the month before we moved in almost 9 years ago I was 9 months pregnant. With the help of faithful friends and family we ripped up carpets, stripped wallpaper, painted, and scrubbed walls. We didn't have the funds to cover all the pine wood floors upstairs with carpet, so we simply did the stair steps and hall. I wanted to strip and stain the bedroom floors, but Matt wisely drew the line. Instead we painted the floors. I knew one day in the future I would regret this choice as it is much easier to slap the paint on then to remove it. But as my due date grew nearer I became uncustomarily laissez faire in my attitude toward my punch list.
At this point in my life I live in a reproductive sun room. My life is all about windows of opportunity. Its never a great idea to inhale vast quantities of toxins and foreign bodies, and yet as an adult that has reached my majority at times I make this choice. When I am being crafty and making people I tend to shy away from activities that could cause permanent ill affects to the tender little personage of my internal boarder. This August all the windows were open both figuratively and literally. The kids ended up sleeping in the camper parked in the driveway so long that when they again had to sleep in 2 separate rooms they were a bit reticent. Multi-tasking at its finest hour. Task done and sibling bonds forged all at the same time.
The results were worth the work especially knowing all the floors in the house are now redone. There is no refinishing left to do. Unless of course you count all the original woodwork...
Befores and Afters
wish i had those kind of curtains !!!!!!
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