We are blessed. We are blessed with family who understand my craziness and are willing to help us out when that craziness gets a bit…carried away. Last winter, I drew the line with the nasty carpet in our dining room. It was the only room in our house with carpet and it needed to go. The smell of smoke, animal, dust, and all other sorts of loveliness was just too much for me. So, on a random snowy winter afternoon, I tore out all the carpet.
Since then, we have had lovely plywood subfloor acting as a perfect complement to our dining room decor. (Ahem.)
As I said earlier, thank goodness for my wonderful family. My father-in-law, a fabulous wood worker, had been collecting a variety of reclaimed lumber for some time now. Some of the lumber even came from the world’s largest wooden grain elevator in Deluth, Minnesota, circa 1887. He was generous enough to share some of this wood with us, have it milled, and then install it for us. So, with all hands on deck, this beautiful flooring was installed.
It then came to finishing the floor so that its true beauty could be revealed. My dad and mom, both of whom are completely aware of my craziness, knew I would not be able to handle breathing in dust and fumes, so they also very generously helped us to have a green certified wood refinishing company come in and finish up the floor. The girls and I were able to stay in the house while the floor was sanded and finished, never breathing in a single particle of dust or any nasty fumes.
I am not sure what I was expecting, but let me tell you, this floor exceeded every expectation I ever could imagine. This floor, coupled with a fabulous antique light fixture from this wonderful shop, has quickly become my favorite space in the house. We are truly blessed for all the generosity of our family.