Floor Story

Our new kitchen floors are finally dry enough to walk on, so I was able to finish documenting this chapter of our epic kitchen renovation tale which began with a dastardly tile floor, crescendoed into a blaze of dust and fumes, and denouemented in a lazy state of vague anticipation which ended with teary eyed appreciation of The Divine Holy Grail finally within our grasp. And also we are glad that the haze of polyurethane no longer threatens to incite hallucinations (for more information, see Tuesday's post). So, without further ado, I present the illustrated and unabridged version of the chapter entitled, A New Floor Means Never Having to Say You're Sorry.

1.1 EXPOSITION

The old floors were a hideous screen printed tile which gave stomach cramps to anyone who happened to glance upon them. The mismatched grout was an eyesore unparalleled by any floor ever before seen. As mistress of the house, the tiles especially vexed me whensoever I was put upon to clean their uncommonly bilious faux marble surface.

kitchen tiles

Oh! The horror!

1.2 A SURPRISING DISCOVERY

Before the vile tile could be replaced by gleaming new wood, a very unfortunate post in the center of the bar needed to move. A sea of plywood cabinets were demolished to leave space for the work to come.

surprising discoveries

Much to Ben's surprise, when one cheaply milled, warped pine panel was removed from the post, a Budweiser beer can was found inside. Who had built this house? A tribe of beer swilling uncivilized monkeys? Ben scratched his head in earnest. Obviously he would never do such a thing.

1.3 MOVING MOUNTAINS

Moving a heavy load-bearing post should not be taken lightly, so Ben enlisted the help of his trusted friend, Mattypants, known to many in these parts as "Karly's Husband."

moving load bearing beam

Matt did a fine job of moving said post four inches behind the original, by first installing the new post and then cutting the old one out. We are pleased that the ceiling still stands, and feel lucky that we will have Matt's expert assistance with upcoming kitchen projects.

1.4 A DUST STORM HITS

Once the area was prepared, yon fugly tile was removed by wondrous workers.

mess

We were ecstatic this job was not undertaken by ourselves, as it was a particularly horrible job, which created tremendous clouds of dust.

DUST

Despite our best efforts, dust was tracked into the four corners of our house, surreptitiously appearing even in closed bedroom closets.

1.5 RESCUE

floors going in

At this time, Dean Warren and his magical crew laid a sub floor of 2x4s adhered to the concrete slab by some very stinky chocolate tar. Bundles of our future wood floor were left inside to acclimate to the house.

1.6 TWO ROADS DIVERGED

Once the wood was ready, Dean stapled tongue to groove and created 151 sq ft of gorgeous goodness.

new floors

Despite the dangerously upturned nails, lack of sink and stove, and enormous mess, our hearts soared at the sudden realization that the tile was gone, never, ever to return!

old wood new wood floors

And here, the plot thickens (and the wallet thins). Sensing that the road ahead was fraught with perils untold, Ben, as master of the house, put his foot down. To ensure a perfect match, he decided that the old floors must be sanded and refinished along with the new floors. As mistress, my job was to argue against this expensive proposition, but I was overruled.

1.7 BEN WINS

catvision

Even our senseless house cat can tell that Ben was right. That's all I'm gonna say about that.

1.8 HAPPINESS, AT LAST

The gleaming new floors were very difficult to photograph, but anyone can see that the new satin stain is delicious, and the marked lack of tile should uplift the hearts of all who gaze upon it.

new wood floors

I would not have chosen this stain color to begin with, but my hand was forced by the nearly 1300 sq ft of wood flooring already in place that I had to match. Sigh. Nevertheless, I am excited by the level of quality and the difference the new floor has made in our kitchen already.

1.9 EPILOGUE

I would like to thank Dean Warren and his crew for their honesty, professionalism, quality and service. After receiving four bids, we were pleased that the lowest bid also came with the nicest person. True to his word, the final price came in on target, and the smile never left his face. I wouldn't hesitate to recommend him to anyone in town.

I promised to give numbers for all souls brave enough to undertake this heroic journey, so here goes: the price for 151 sq ft of tile removal and haul off ($250), new sub floor materials and installation ($185), 151 sq ft of red oak ($300) and installation ($330), and 317 sq ft of sanding and finishing ($730), added up to about $1800. Ouch.

Does it hurt? Yes. We are not wealthy people! But the floors are gorgeous, and I like that our money went to a hardworking person who deserves it. In our troubled economy, it's all about helping out small businesses.

new floors

Thus ends this chapter of our adventures in kitchen renovation, but tune in to later chapters where we install cabinets! A sink!!! Countertops! And new paint! It's all DIY from here on out, but with help from multi talented Matt, everything should be smooth sailing.

To be continued...

100 MPH Art Post

Ok kids, I have exactly one hour to write a blog post, make dinner for 6, and update some graphics files for a client that need to go to print tomorrow.  With that in mind, you dudes are getting (very) pretty pictures and not much else.  Since my husband is in the garage putting the finishing touches on our brand new bed that he's made for our room (note:  not cooking dinner or updating graphics files), and now I'm moving on to picking out artwork, I thought I would pull images from my "random art" inspiration folder to share with you.  I'm hoping to find, for $20 or less*, a large, bright piece of artwork to hang over our bed that resembles the following *a girl can dream, right?

I'm sorry that I did not include any sources, I honestly don't have time to hunt them down.  If you would like to know the origin of anything shown in today's post, please leave a note in the comments and I'll be more than happy to share the artist / source info

KISSES!

 

Polyurethane Dreams

Our beautiful new wood floors are in, but unfortunately since they're slathered in a thick coating of stinking oil based polyurethane, I'm sitting next to the window with fans blowing my hair out like a fashion model (and now my hair is far too glamorous for my pajamas and unscrubbed visage), trying to avoid going on a polyurethane gas trip. It's cold outside. My fingers are numb and now I've got a sore throat. I really wish I were staying here:

propeller island hotel

Ahhh... The Propeller Island City Lodge, located in Berlin, features this luxurious yet spare room replete with fluffy clouds! and clean (polyurethane) gas free sheets! Oh, happy warm sunlight and fresh air!

Yet somehow I have descended down into the seventh level of renovation hell, wherein I have no sink, no stove, no access to tv (!!!) and my home is full of dust and toxic off gassing. It's like an acid trip gone horribly wrong, and I'm a thinkin' the Propeller's other rooms are more reflective of my current state of mind.

propeller island hotel

Yes, the Padded Cell room is particularly fitting right now, although perhaps the Therapy Room could save me from certain restraint.

propeller island hotel

You see, crazy artist Lars Stroschen opened The Propeller with a vision, a vision of utterly insane fantastic interiors. Each of the 45 rooms has a different theme, ranging from the serene Temple Room:

propeller island hotel

To the bizarrely disorienting Topsy Turvy Room:

propeller island hotel

To the abject horror of finding yourself locked in a sanitarium, aka the Wrapped Room:

propeller island hotel

Some of the rooms are less hair raising. I could use a dip in the Orange Room:

propeller island hotel

Filled with sunny optimism, I would bask in the glow of my self worth. Rejuvenated by the healing powers of orange, I would heroically go out into the world ready to take on anything. Except floor refinishing.

propeller island hotel

And who doesn't love castles? Is this the perfect honeymoon suite or what? Ok, maybe the kiddie graphics are more playful than romantic (although I'm not judging if you think otherwise), but they're better than this:

propeller island hotel

Dear gawd, a mirrored Bucky Ball with a bed in the middle of it! I for one do not need that many angles on my ass. Unless it's pitch black in there, in which case mon derriere c'est magnifique! Whew, I think the fumes are talking... This is what they're saying to me:

propeller island hotel

You CAN read that, right?

propeller island hotel

Perhaps I just need a little love and attention from dear, sweet Grandma, who inexplicably has her very own room at the Propeller. Dear Grandma, I would like some hot lemonade and peace and quiet. This may involve turning that creepy stunning portrait of you towards the wall. Is that ok?

propeller island hotel

I've been feeling a bit wan and pasty from the winter so I wouldn't mind spending some time chillin in the Space Room, where I could work on my tan 24 hours a day. Or for about 15 minutes before I turned into an Irish potato french fry.

propeller island hotel

I may fare better in the Landscapes Room, which features picture windows and skylights along with strange wavy walls. Nah, I can see all that right here at home. Especially the wavy, moving walls.

propeller island hotel

I could stay in the Hollywood Room, but for some terrifying reason the bathroom is translucent and red. Enough said.

propeller island hotel

I could stay in the Blue Room, but the funhouse mirrors at home already freak me out, so I don't really want them wall mounted in order to facilitate easier viewing.

propeller island hotel

I could stay in the Two Lions Room because it actually has a gorgeous bathroom with a clawfoot tub.

propeller island hotel

However, I don't really think that the beds, er, I mean raised cages, would really suit my needs, although I am a typical Leo and every now and then I need to be put in my place.

propeller island hotel

No, where I really want to stay is at home, in my own comfortable bed with my own snuggly pillow and my blankie (I'm not the only one with a blankie, am I?). Sadly, I think I'm going to have to bust out of the Prison Room for the day and wait for the fumes to air out. Otherwise, I might end up in the Coffin Room:

propeller island hotel

So if I've been a little absent from the blogosphere, it's because I'm trying to avoid certain death. No biggie. But I'll be back on Thursday in full force with a kitchen update, to prove to myself that almost dying was worth it.