Down in the Dumps
This is what our old (but "it's new to you!") kitchen floor looked like about a week and a half ago. I'm happy to report that this is no longer what it looks like. All that brittle plywood and rank synthetic board is now propped in a neat little stack in the basement, waiting to be cut apart and carted away and we can now see the lovely, beautiful, natural materials underneath! I have found myself contemplating over the past few weeks why anyone would ever cover hardwood with these personality-free squares... but I suppose we are only at the tip of the nature-appreciation iceberg, and I can imagine what a godsend springy, easily wipeable floors must have been to mothers of five back in the 50s and 60s. And while I may not be fully appreciating the old linoleum we've just pulled up, I can safely say that it's burned into my brain from staring at it night and day! Well played, Linoleum!