"What do you think of the floors?"
"I love our floors."
"Look at it now. It's awesome when the sun shines in."
Just a sample of my husband's beaming dialogue over the first few days we moved into our house. He's pretty proud of his hard work, and he should be. Yes, we love our floors.
There were some dark days around here for a while. So much sanding, late nights—all nights, trips to the hardware store, stain samples, etc. After a lot of help (understatement) from incredibly kind people and a ton of long, difficult hours of work, the majority of our downstairs floors are finished!
Here are some grainy pictures of what we had on our hands after sanding. You can see what they looked like before here.
|The stairs are not on our immediate to-do list. Their glory will have to wait.|
We met a lot of different opinions when it came to these floors. Some said to dash it all and go with laminate. I tended to ignore those inputs. Sure, it would have been easier, but it would have been four times the cost and not as pretty. I'm glad there were an equal number of people encouraging us to go for the wood. We are so happy with the results.
It was dark when I took these pictures, but when the sun shines through those windows, the floor is golden. We love all the colors and divots from its age and use.
|Ignore the blue x. That's a board that needs to be fixed from below to prevent more splitting.|
One project down and about seven hundred to go!