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Proof that I married the best man ever!

Here is proof that we actually DID get something done on our date week. Between sleeping, going to movies and generally lazing about...we refinished the hardwood floor in our living room. We absolutely love it! Here's what we did.
Step One:  Marry an awesome guy. You won't regret it! (This step is optional, you can do it without being married or being married to an awesome guy, it'll just take more work)
Step Two: Pull up the carpet. This is probably the most disgusting part. I wore a nose and mouth guard to avoid the dust and particles that flew about as we SCRAPED PADDING OFF THE FLOOR. Seriously, carpet is so gross! This just solidified my abhorrence of it!
Step Three:  Scrape the thick paint off. Make sure you wear gloves!!! I actually deadened some nerves in my hand because I didn't wear gloves. And paint stripper is potent stuff!
Step Four:  Clean up scrapings and materials left behind.
Step Five:  Sanding. We rented a sander from Home Depot. The sandpaper was more expensive than the machine was. We were very careful in our use of the sandpaper and used it very sparingly. This is where marrying the best man ever comes in real handy...
Step Six:  Wipe down the floor, removing all the dust particles left behind. DON'T SKIP THIS STEP! If you do dust particles will get into the stain and lacquer.
Step Seven:  Start staining. But first you have to choose a stain. We choose a darker stain because we thought it would made some blemishes in the floor less noticeable. I also knew I didn't want anything with red in it. I think we went with an antique Oak.
Step Eight:  Apply several coats of lacquer, make it all nice an shiny!
Step Nine: Apply a buffer on all hard surfaces that will come into contact with the floor...or your floor will get scratches and dents.

Step Ten:  Move all the furniture back into the room and sit on the couch cuddled up to the guy from step one and compliment him on his handy work.

It feels so good to have done something like this to improve our house. And I love having hardwood. I clean it with my vacuum and a Swiffer wet. It does collect and show a lot of stuff, but it just shows the stuff that carpet hides....and I'd rather see it when it's there and know it's gone when I can't see it. Did you know that the average carpet is dirtier than the street? That's really gross. Especially since I haven't completely convinced my kids to not eat off of the floor!


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