From day one I've HATED the kitchen linoleum, but I thought I'd have to live with it. I tried to make my peace. It wasn't so much that it was "blah", or that it was linoleum, as it was that it was nicked, scratched, and chipped.
It never looked clean. Ever. GROSS. I cannot handle this!
My parents redid the tile in their house in Arizona and the gal they bought from over-ordered. Lucky me!! They were gracious enough to stack the remaining tiles into the back of their Expedition and lug them up here. Well, Isaac actually lugged them up the stairs (let's give credit where credit is due!)
And so we begin! He came over after work tonight and the man was on. a. mission. "I want to get as much of this done tonight as possible." Me: "Ummm...okay?!" Little did I know. He's been here roughly 45 minutes and this is now my view:
The man works fast and he works hard. And he's hot. I win.
I know you can't wait to see the makeover pictures, but patience is a virtue my friends. And now I must sign off. We've hit our first snag: the subfloor isn't wood, it's thinset concrete. Off to McClendon's we go. Hi ho!
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