Here, our friend Cecil, in white, helps me, in orange, try to figure out how to get started doing the new floor.
The actual laying of the floor was the easiest part of the project. The hard parts were moving the bookcases out of the dining room and installing the quarter-round around the nooks and crannies of our living room.
Our cat, Violet, helpfully demonstrates the difference between the yucky old floor on the left and the fabulous new floor on the right. (That may be the first time the adverb “helpfully” was ever applied to a cat’s actions.)
The old floor was what was left after we tore out the hideous, dusty carpet when we bought the house seven years ago.
But the worst part about the old floor wasn’t the looks of it. It was soft and unfinishable, and we were eternally pulling splinters out of our socks and feet.