We worked Monday at BlaseDesign then finished the floor of the master that night. We are matching the existing solid bamboo that is in the rest of the house to save money as well as to save on more demo. The previous bamboo was glued down and we knew without even trying that pulling it up would be horrendous.
Installing was pretty back-breaking – I glued and placed boards on my derby-padded-knees or hunched over trying to tiptoe around glue drops on the cement floor behind me while Marc measured and cut boards. To be frank, the glue sucked. (The second time around – installing the kitchen floor was WAY easier thanks to learning what not to do in the master.)
But, we did it — completed just after midnight. To celebrate I laid my ex-derby, almost-forty year old body down in the middle of the room… I literally could have slept right there.
But, after Monday night I lost some steam. The master floor was nice finish work, but, it needed to be shuttered closed to hide it from the dust from the rest of the house. I was getting a little down… doubting that we’d ever be done. And starting to doubt my vision for this house… The tedium of the repairs, the holes remaining gaped open, the insulation floating down on us randomly – tauntingly. What if the house didn’t have the bones I thought it did? What if I’m not an interior designer… oh wait — I’m not.
I have no idea what I’m doing!
This is crazy!
We are crazy!
And as if my thoughts needed another exclamation point…Tuesday night, while fixing some stuff in the attic, Marc’s posterior found it’s way through the ceiling.
After the unexpected hole in the ceiling we took a few days break to eat dinner with Harrison and watch mindless TV in preparation for the next weekend which involved making more messes.