Thank you for the sweet and loving welcome back that you gave me yesterday. It means more than I can adequately express. Hugs all around!
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My mom is a woman know to have such an intense sense of smell that she could smell water. My childhood (and adulthood) is peppered with her voice saying "What's that smell?" time and again, and once – yes – even smelling water when something leaked in the basement.
I teased her for her obscene sense of smell. And then I bought this house. And it smelled funny. And I heard my mother's voice come from my own mouth as I said "What's that smell?" Time and again. Not a bad smell, but a synthetic floral, so faint that after a while we could only smell it when we came home from a weekend away. I could smell it on the contact paper I ripped out of the closets or the wallpaper we pulled down when we moved in. But the smell has never gone away in almost five years.
What does this have to do with wood floors? You shall see. Or sniff, as it were.
Let's start with some before photos, shall we?
Please ignore the battling knights and observe the dirty shag carpet in the playroom and the plywood in the dining room. I know. It's classy. I have become a master at creative cropping so that the photos I share with you here rarely show off our nasty floors. Because they were everywhere. Bad carpeting or plywood in every room.
We've lived here sine just before Lupine was born in 2006. We called this house the "Wallpaper Palace" as it was a different floral in dusty blue and rose in every room. (Some even had matching curtains for the disappearing-window-trick when night came.) The curtains and wallpaper came down fast, but the flooring took us some time.
With a baby business and a baby girl a project on the scope of new floors was more than we could work into our flow, so the project was moved to the back burner indefinitely. And every time we came home after a long trip away Pete and I would look at each other and say "It smells like the house." (Meaning it smells "like the-house-before-it-was-our-home".) That faint funny floral never went away in nearly five years. Then we'd adjust and couldn't smell it again until after our next weekend away.
The upshot is not only was the carpet ugly, I decided it was stinky too. Add to that the fact that our playroom had once been an office with a built-in desk, and the carpet was patched together in places with rugs and scrap carpet. Double-classy.
It was time. For an upgrade on a grand scale.
While the kids and I were away last week Pete ripped out the carpet and in its place installed a beautiful shiny wood floor. (This is the local hickory I referred to here.) The photographs below are taken in the same space – our playroom. Better?
Better! It is a whole different world. The shiny floors go from the front door through the family room, playroom, dining room, and kitchen, and even into the office and bath. Serene, clean, and lovely.
And perhaps the best part of all is that for the first time in almost five years, when I walked in the door there was no funny floral. Just the smell of home. Welcome home, at last!