If you already follow our home renovations and my rantings about our dog nearly breaking my nose on Instagram, you might have already seen how VERY excited I was recently when we redid our floors.
If you know me in person, you will probably vouch for the fact that 80% of what I have ever talked about in real life over the past five years has been our floors – specifically how much I always hated them. Seriously I am like that friend you have who is always whinging about her annoying, boring boyfriend that you know she will never break up with, only I am the friend who is always complaining about her ugly flooring.
I’ve been like this pretty much since we bought our house nearly six years ago, so that’s a long time. People would come over and be like, “Wow, the new kitchen is really nice!” and I would sigh and say, “Yeah, but I can’t wait to do the floors. They suck.” So I think all my friends are secretly like, “Just renovate your stupid floors already. I’m sick of hearing you talk about them.” DONE. My floors and I have officially broken up.
We’ve been living with our new floors for about a month now and oh my God, I love them. I loved them as soon as I saw them. And I’ve had...