I envisioned something close to this when I first stepped into the house, but actually seeing it come to fruition is quite another thing.
It was great to see that the linoleum I ripped up on Christmas Eve hid something worthwhile.
The bare wood floors made the room feel much airier, even though there wasn't much to define the space. They even tempted me to leave them bare, which I might've done if it were a more rustic space overall.
So pretty, I thought.
Still, I'm tempted to do something out of the ordinary, such as painting them white, as seen in this Door Sixteen post. Maybe I'll save that for the kitchen, which still has that awful blue-green linoleum tile.
I Replaced My Cramped Chest Freezer with This Convertible Upright One
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A few years ago, I purchased a chest freezer in hopes of alleviating the
cluttered freezer section of my existing refrigerator, as well as allowing
me to ...
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