Five years after moving into our 1,300 square foot townhouse, we finally redid our floors. Take note that when we signed the mortgage papers, I swore I wouldn’t move a single box into the place until the chipped, art-deco marble and wavy berber carpet was replaced. Two job lay-offs, three dogs and a DIY kitchen makeover later, I had to learn to come to terms with the floors. Until our recent five year wedding anniversary, which ironically is symbolized by wood, gave me the perfect excuse to harass the husband. Insert my new laminate floors. (I realize laminate is not wood, but it’s a durable alternative for the no-kill shelter I’m running out of my house).
Fortunately for me, and unfortunately for my husband, the renovation took place weeks before he goes back to school to get his MBA, which means I can preoccupy myself with redecorating. The new floors totally have my inspiration juices flowing. Although we both work full-time, money is a bit tight so I’ll have to work slow and work on a budget.
And this is where the Loney Wife Project begins.