When we remodeled the kitchen at the farmhouse, we started with the floor.
I thought it would be easy and five-minutes and not-too expensive and done before Dancing With the Stars came on.
I thought wrong.
We pulled up four layers of flooring on our kitchen floor before we reached the original floors underneath. It was an arduous journey, full of twists and turns and disappointment and the occasional moment of triumph.
Kind of like 20,000 leagues under the sea.
And when the final floor was revealed, my husband called me over with dismay in his voice,
“Oh no,” he sighed. “What are we going to do about this?”Continue reading