I can hardly describe the feeling of happening upon a houseful of hardwood floors. After some discussion about why a certain bathroom was carpeted, we determined the situation deserved a further look. And under those carpets Richie so diligently cleaned just the day before we found hardwoods & tiles and good old fashioned fabulousness.
My father-in-law untacking the "tackless" carpet strips in the hall closet. Our first taste of our beautiful red oak floors.
The afore-mentioned tile in the jack 'n' jill bath. It matches the blue bathroom's flooring perfectly - only in brown.
Under the old carpet in Zach's office we found "cork" tiles. We're still not sure whether they were actual cork or faux cork. Modern cork tiles are much more flexible & a little thicker but the architectural records call the den flooring cork.
Unfortunately, we had to make the tough decision to sacrifice these tiles to the sands of time. There just wasn't a good way to salvage the tiles once we began to remove to the staples & tacking from the carpet.
Don't fret mon frere! We've got an exciting substitute that is era appropriate & just might match our slate a little better.
In yet another visit from fate, my husband found a letter dated exactly 50 years ago today. June 30, 1958 addressed to Avriel Shull from the original owner listing the last items of action on the construction of the house. Too fun.
After an exhausting day (demonstrated here by Maureen, my mother-in-law), we retired to the porch.
Well, all of us except my sister Missy, who actually offered to drag her lawn mower over to attend to my overgrown lawn. HOORAY FOR BIG SISTERS!! It really helped our house start to feel like a home!


Rachel brought over dum-dum pops to share but sort of forgot to actually let any of us have any. But you can't stay angry at that face!