The title of this post is a mouthful, I know, but we’ve covered SO MUCH ground at the Orchard Project (hence my delayed post this week) that I just couldn’t help myself. So, where to begin…
In my last construction update Ian and I were standing around scratching our heads wondering what to do about the flooring – stain dark or paint white? My original plan of staining them a light greyed-out color was a no-go thanks to the old floors sanding down a yellowish hue and not blending at all with the new floors. Gah! I was leaning toward painting them white because I love (like love, love) white painted hardwood floors. Ian, being the more reasonable of the two of us, was making obnoxious points like, “they’ll always look dirty,” and, “they will chip easily.”
Deep down I knew he was right, but I just couldn’t give into super dark floors. THIS WAS NOT IN MY PLAN!
Every design decision I’d made was based on a flooring color that was no longer an option. We looked into ripping out all of the old floor and replacing them with new, but it was crazy expensive and would delay us an untold around of time. Plus we like the old floors (minus the awful sanded down yellow color). So that was out. We talked about tiling over everything, for about three seconds before we both said, “eww never mind.” So that was out. And we even considered doing a mis-matched stain plus painted design that sounded complicated and like a potential nightmare if we messed it up (which we probably would). So that was out.
In the end…we stained them. Correction, Ian stained them. If you follow me on Instagram, you know that last week I went to Austin, TX with my mom and sister-in-law. We went to a bunch of beautiful design stores, and even visited Waco to see the Fixer Upper Silos (post on that coming soon, promise!) Floor re-finishing wasn’t supposed to take two weekends and we couldn’t move our trip, so when everything hit critical mass with the stain issue, I left Ian high and dry. For three days Ian worked tirelessly on getting the stains to match, staining them, sealing them, and then re-sealing them because he ran into an issue with the curing process. The poor guy deserves a medal…and a vacation. High five, Ian!
Look ma, no seam!
So the floors turned out BEAUTIFUL! My husband is a genius (in my humble opinion!) and a master floor stainer. He managed to get the brand new red oak to match the 100-year-old non-red-oak (is yellow oak a thing?) perfectly. ANDDDD he did it without making the floors crazy dark like the staining expert we met with said we would have to do. I’m not sure how he did it, but he did and I love them. I love them soooooo much more than I thought I would and I’m probably going to remain crazy giddy excited about them for at least another few months!
Flooring isn’t the only thing we’ve managed to get done in the last week, though. We also painted our living room. As this room saw absolutely no renovation, and Ian and I are more than capable of painting, we decided to tackle this project ourselves. I remember telling Ian early on, “pshhh, this room just needs painted, that’s easy.”
I forgot what it means to paint. The last living room I painted was wayyyy back in August of 2013 at the Hill Street House and it was apparently just long enough ago to forget that ‘painting’ actually means ‘doing 1,000 other things and then finally rolling paint on the wall.’ Luckily, this time around we didn’t have to relocate a staging area in order to paint, as the room was basically empty from just finishing the floors, but we did have to do all of the fun little extras that are part of the prep work for painting any room.
Additionally, our living room has a ton (like a TON) of trim. Three sets of French doors, footboards all around, an enormous brick fireplace, two built-in bookcases and two windows. We had lofty goals for our weekend, and when painting just the trim took the better part of a whole day (7 hours to be exact) we decided that everything else would, sadly, have to wait.
But by Sunday night the living room was complete with beautifully stained floors, and freshly painted walls and trim. We even recovered the couch, and moved the rest of our furniture back upstairs! We hooked up our TV again, and the wifi (yay!) and even found a lamp. It almost feels like a real house again!
Not shown in these pictures are the crazy amounts of construction stuff behind the camera. We’re still living over her with circular saws, random tools lying about, paper on (most of) the floors, buckets everywhere (omg so many buckets!), boxes of tile, wayward cabinets, etc. But for now we have one room that resembles normalcy and I’m embracing the heck out of it.
Yay for starting to re-make our house a home again. And let’s give another ‘yay’ for Ian being THE MAN. As my sister-in-law said last week, “is there anything he’s not good at?!”
Actually dear, I don’t think there is.