Some of you might recall for Christmas, I was gifted some old wood flooring. It was determined that there was enough wood to lay in my dressing area. David thought it might be a fun project for us to do together. I hate projects. So, it soon became a David project, with me cheering him along.
After ripping out the carpet and scraping the floor, David realized that to do this job right, the baseboards would have to come up, too. The wood planks are fairly thick.
So, up the baseboards came.
Somewhere around this time, I was reminding David how much I love him.
Look! Baseboards back down. Planks flat and in place. Beautiful!
Smooth ride? Ugh. It's March and he started in January. What do you think? Wood popped up in two different places. Humps were discovered in the concrete. Humidity happened. Boards were ripped up. Beer was consumed. Boards were laid again. Concrete garden pavers were used for weights.
Though I was not his helper, David did have a little helper.
Flat Stanley chipped in when he could. And look! David still has a smile on his face! I love this man! Thank you, dear! And thanks, LucyJane, for the wood. David requests that any future gifts include labor...by someone else! *wink*
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