We’re still in the throws of flooring hell. We’ve decided to tile the kitchen, kid’s bath, and front entryway. You can bet I’m going to miss the cheap white builder’s linoleum.
So much so that I’m going to set it ablaze in the street in front of our house as an homage to builders everywhere.
Here’s hoping the hazmat team has a light load that day.
We’ve narrowed our search down to two different tile stores, have gotten our quotes, and are now enjoying the heart palpitations that accompany some of life’s bigger decisions. Because once we finish the tile, and subsequently finish the rest of the house in the Armstrong Faux Wood planks that we started TWO years ago, WE’RE NEVER EVER CHANGING THE FLOORING EVER AGAIN.
(The Armstrong Vinyl Planks – LOVE THEM)
At one of the tile stores, the nice saleslady made the mistake of sharing with us one of her favorite design/decorator websites. This site has ruined me. And now I will ruin you all.
Go HERE if you would like to say goodbye to your free time FOREVER. You were warned.
I’m pretty sure I could easily spend 4 or 12 hours perusing this site in one sitting. And then out of sight out of mind. But then, WHAM, they send me an email every few days or so to tempt me. With pictures.
I guess I should thank them, because now I’m less likely to ogle those hapless neighbors who don’t think to close their shades at night as I take a leisurely stroll down the street. It’s like they are just INVITING ME to look in their windows to see how their house is decorated.
I do so mourn HGTV and shows like House Hunters, House Hunters International, and Decorating on a Dime. I could peek from the sanctity of my bark-o-lounger.
Now I’m peeking from the sanctity of my keyboard.
So it’s all good.