The floor? The new floor?
Hubby came home from a business trip.
Looked at it.
Walked across it.
Made no facial expression whatsoever.
The suspense was killing me.
"Um, how do ya like our new floor?" I say, after 10 minutes of his being home-ness.
"It's. . . interesting."
I'm convinced that he doesn't see the style of the whole thing.
See, Jeff, we're going for an old farmhouse floor style.
You know? Imperfect? Wide floor planks? White? Old-looking? Hello??
Let me tell you a little about this floor:
I used plywood. Yeah, I said plywood. 4x8 sheets of plywood; cut into 8 inch strips. I laid it like a regular hardwood floor.
(pay no attention to the post on top of my strips of wood)
Used thee old nailgun, some pennies for a little farmhouse-style spacing, and voila.
And I went right over the top of my linoleum. My daddy said I could, so neener neener.
Couple coats of white paint and a coat of satin polyurethane to protect it from stains, and we're good to go here.
Most importantly? The cost was $60. Now, I don't know about you, but I can drop $60 on one trip to a restaurant with my fam, so I figure if I don't like it in a few years? Who the heck cares? $60! A couple hours of labor! Big deal!
But I do like it. I just love the white on white look here; it all just has a nice white-y white scheme, with a dominant note of white offsetting the other whites and bringing out the deep whites.
Can't get enough of that white.
Now who wants to buy me that $199 soap barrel from Wisteria?