If you've been following along a while, you know I've been trying to get as much as possible for the house made in the U.S.A. Flooring was a big one.
I wanted wood flooring throughout the house, with the exception of tile in the full baths. (Phil is still sad and pathetic about having no carpet.) Phil didn't want solid wood...he said it's too thick and raises the floor up too much. Strike one. So, engineered flooring it is. He also wanted click-and-lock so he didn't have to nail or glue. Strike two. We both wanted made in the U.S.A. And a wood that wasn't super-soft. And in our budget.
Because Baby needs new shoes.
Okay, Baby wants new shoes. Especially boots. Baby loves boots. Boots are my favorite. It's the only thing about cold weather I really like. It was so nice of you to bring up the subject of boots! But please stop getting me off-topic.
That pretty much gave me about 3 to choose from and I didn't like the color or style of any of them. If you've been following the baseball game, we've just struck out.
I was ready to sell my first-born to come up with some extra cash; then I remembered there aren't many out there in the market for an (almost) 23-year-old dependent.
Those hopes dashed, we bought laminate. Yep, you heard it here first, folks. The brand is Quick-Step and it's made in the U.S.A. The color/style is called Burnished Walnut and it's gorgeous.
Here's a picture from the manufacturer's website:
It sucks that it's not my house, because that would mean my house was finished. And that I somehow ended up with a green chair. But check out that dog thing on the mantel! Andi wants.
Here's how we started. It was like a bazillion pounds of flooring.
We dragged all the boxes inside and scattered them throughout the house.
Here's the style we bought:
First we put down underlayment. My ace researcher discovered that Floor Muffler is supposed to be the best for sound dampening, as well as giving your floor the most realistic hardwood sound and feel.
It comes in these giant rolls, and while the outside part of the roll is fairly easy to deal with, once you get to the inside (tightly-rolled) part, the swearing begins. It doesn't play well.
Then we (as in Phil) started laying flooring. I told him which piece to put where. See? I helped.
See the waves in the underlayment? Boo.
Eddie is always supervising and checking our work.
Electrical boxes in the floor. Yay!
Yep, I still have these shoes.
Now we're heading into the foyer.
Which is now our own personal bowling alley.
Now we're heading into the piano room:
Eddie says we need to clean all this crap off the floor.
We haven't done the bedrooms yet, but you get the idea.
And we weren't paid anything by anyone for any of this. This is just stuff we picked out. I don't even know how to get on that money-making train. I haven't figured out how to get free stuff to magically appear on my front porch either.
Unless it's a dead animal left by That Damn Cat. In case you missed that miraculous story, you can check it out here.
And has anyone heard from Dona? I miss her.