From-Eva

After one long weekend of forbidden entry into our house we finally stepped foot on to our newly sanded, stained, and sealed floors. If you've forgotten what the original floors looked like, take a peek back at this post . It has been quite the transformation. I quickly pulled out my phone, as I knew the space would probably never look this clean again, and started taking pictures. I loved the stain color we chose. It feels just right, not too orangey, and beautifully picks up the wood grain and the many imperfections throughout the house. I was determined to not have a high gloss floor, so we went with a more matte stain, which we are very happy with. Casey had been working on installing the (compromised) marble-like bathroom tile during the day with his brother. I was eager to see the bathroom tile we had picked out, but too focused on the new floors.  Casey walked into the bathroom and I hear... "Oh No! Katie, come look at this. The tile i

Casey sent me this ^^ during school one day and I couldn't concentrate on anything else for the rest of the day. I wanted to race home and see them in person. They looked better than I ever thought they could. The wood grain was beautiful and the dark stained areas that remained only added so much character and history. Casey tells me that whoever built these floors didn't put them down very well because they aren't spaced properly and there's obvious lines running through the floor. I don't even care. I was just so happy that it worked, I didn't care about anything else. I got home just at the end of the sanding job so I caught a little glimpse of how it worked. I imagine that this job would be a really rewarding type of work. To see something look so ugly and beaten down, and revive it to its natural state within seconds, must've been fun. Sparks were flying every time he hit a nail in the floor, which was a bit unnerving to me, although unphased by