You were worth the wait. One year ago, in a fit of glee over our new home, we ripped off your carpet cover to reveal a vast expanse of plywood.
For one year we walked on you with only slippers or shoes, avoiding splinters and snagged nylons. We vacuumed you with a shop vac (I wouldn’t dare use my precious Filter Queen on mere plywood!). We cursed you over and over; your splintered remains holding tight to all dust and dog hair, refusing to let go.
But now, after one full month of labour - a beautiful, wide planked, walnut coloured floor was born.
I can’t wait to clean you.
For one year we walked on you with only slippers or shoes, avoiding splinters and snagged nylons. We vacuumed you with a shop vac (I wouldn’t dare use my precious Filter Queen on mere plywood!). We cursed you over and over; your splintered remains holding tight to all dust and dog hair, refusing to let go.
But now, after one full month of labour - a beautiful, wide planked, walnut coloured floor was born.
I can’t wait to clean you.
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