Just a friendly reminder-the blog posts have purposely been put down to the bare minimum. This is because after over a year of blog posts (sometimes up to five a week) I am running out of storage space with all the pictures and video. So, even though I am documenting, and Tyler continues to work on the house, there will be more space between posts that will cover a greater time period.
After the floors became level, we were left with dealing with the effects of the weeks and months the floors had been exposed to the elements. Specially-the element known as “water.” Despite having a subfloor of some pretty hefty plywood, it was cracked, torn and disjunct in many places. The original floor (and by original, I mean the floor put in the house in 1900 that was below the subfloor) had some beautiful elements to it. It also had large holes for pipes, pieces missing, paint all over it (back in the day, people use to paint the floor to add color to a room-our floor was once painted yellow and once painted teal).
It was not going to work. It was not going to give and be sturdy. Despite my love of original floors (and my intense infatuation with the “Rehab Addict” of the Twin Cities/Detroit area), we needed a new subfloor to cover the original floor.
We headed out, borrowed a truck, and purchased 47 sheets of plywood.
The plywood was nailed (by hand!) upstairs. Yes, I used a hammer. Yes, I hit my thumb twice and my index finger once so hard that my eyes watered for five minutes.
Yes, my back and legs ached as I attempted to nail little tiny nails for hours at a time. Yes, I was horrible at nailing the subfloor and whined like a child.
My husband (the incredible hulk) just plowed through everything.
So….we have a whole new floor.
Do you know what that means? It means we are waiting on the plumber, the electrical, the installation of the water pipes….more stuff….but way less than before!!!!