Pretty floors lead to sore muscles
I like to think of myself as a logical person who makes decisions with a cool head. I'm not given to strange bursts of spontaneity, although I will admit that I can be an impulse buyer at times. Like any estrogen driven woman, I just like to spend money.
However, when it comes to most things I'm not your average spur of the moment type gal, but I suppose I'm not immune to being rash.
My plans for the weekend included being as lazy as possible. I bought junk food and I planned on camping out in front of the TV for a Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman marathon. Well, after a couple of hours of enjoying the goodness of season four, my neck was feeling pretty stiff from laying around. I decided to get up and "stir around" a little. After that, things get a little hazy.
Josh and I recently celebrated the one year anniversary of moving into our new home by purchasing new living room and dining room furniture. It has yet to arrive, but I've been buying new accessories and envisioning it all coming together in decorative bliss.
The previous owners told us there was hard wood floors underneath the carpet, but they weren't sure of the floor's condition as they only discovered them when the carpet installers informed them while installing new carpet a few years ago.
Now, we've been discussing for a while how we'd one day look to see what the floors looked like when our perfectly good expensive berber carpet became worn and ugly. Maybe it was the new furniture that's coming, or maybe it was hormonal imbalance, but I decided to pull up a corner of the carpet in one of our closets to see what the hardwood floors looked like underneath. Encouraged by what I saw, I decided to pull up just a corner of the carpet in the living room, you know, just to see.
Next thing I knew, all our carpet from the living room was out in the front yard! A few trips to home depot later for necessary tools, and we had the all carpet tacks removed and the floors all shiny looking and beautiful. I couldn't believe how gorgeous they were or why anyone would want to cover them in the first place.
I'm 100% happy with the way it looks, but boy am I sore from crawling around in the floor all weekend pulling up staples and the such!
But, you know what they say. No pain, no gain.