It was such a relief to get the breakfast room opened up, with sheetrock on the walls. However, we were just weeks from Christmas, and my extended family was due to show up for Christmas dinner at our house. Would we make it? Greg estimated that his crew would be done with the interior of the house by Friday, the 16th. Two major projects had to happen: 1) the new walls had to be primed, and all the walls in the kitchen had to be painted, but even more overwhelmingly, 2) hardwood floor and baseboards had to be installed throughout the entire first floor. Up until now, we had had three types of flooring downstairs. The dining room and powder room had skinny, clear-coated oak hardwood that I had never liked. The living room had carpeting that had been off-white at some point in ancient history, and the kitchen, pantry, and laundry room had vinyl. We decided to leave the vinyl in the laundry room for practical reasons.
Months ago, I had visited the flooring store in Raleigh with the express purpose of choosing a warm, dark, solid hardwood. The salesman had discussed our project with Greg, and had already selected all of the solid hardwoods that fit our budget. I didn’t like any of them. The one that I had imagined was far too red, and besides, I wanted wide planks. The salesman told me what every single contractor I’d interviewed had told me: Don’t buy wide-plank solid hardwood. After a few years, it will warp and “cup,” especially in North Carolina’s humid climate. He showed me a few of his showroom samples that were showing obvious signs of cupping.
He started to talk to me about engineered hardwood, but I stopped him, because I thought it was laminate. “Oh, no!” he protested, “it’s all wood. Let me show you.” He proceeded to show me that engineered hardwood has thin layers of wood going back and forth, with the top layer being the wood you want to see, topped by a finishing layer that protects it from scratches. The alternating directions of the wood layers keep it flat, so that you can get wide planks without warping over the years. I called David to join me, since I was nervous about making such an important decision on my own. As a realtor, David is up on everything about home construction, so I felt confident when he agreed that engineered hardwood was a great choice for us. Suddenly, we had many more options within our budget. After we looked at dozens of samples with no clear winner, the salesman pulled two acacia wood samples out of the Mohawk display, and I fell in love. We still took home a car full of sample boards to live with overnight. It was definitely the acacia. It has a lot of variation in the colors, with knots and interesting markings.
It seemed so long ago that we had chosen the floor that I could barely remember it, and then I woke up one night thinking, “What if it’s been discontinued?” But boxes and boxes of it arrived one day to sit in our house and acclimate over the weekend. Wood flooring has to adjust to the temperature and humidity of your house for a few days so that it does not shift after it is installed. David and I spent the weekend packing up everything on the first floor except for the large furniture, moving it upstairs until the floors were done. On Tuesday, December 13th, the floor started to go down.
I could not wait to get home from work to see it. Since it is dark when I get home, and we had few lights that still worked downstairs, at first I could only see beautiful dark wood over about half of the living room. As I looked, though, I could see ripples on the edges of each piece. In despair, I texted Greg, and he came out the next day, took pictures, and ripped out the entire last day’s work. After a discussion with the manufacturer, they started over, but we had lost a day’s work. At the end of the 14th, we had the living room done, although it was still covered with dust, and the furniture placement was waiting for baseboards and painting.
By the end of the day on Friday, the 16th, when we should have been done, we still had not finished the dining room or kitchen. David and I had to go out of town to care for his mom for the weekend, and our house looked like this:
Exactly one week before Christmas, we had no tree up, no decorations, and no working kitchen. I cannot tell you how quickly the adventure of eating out and ordering take-out gets old. And expensive. It was nice to get out of the house for the weekend, to cook in our niece’s kitchen, visit with David’s mom, and to spend some time at my sister’s house. I had a housekeeper scheduled for Tuesday afternoon, and I had taken a couple of vacation days from work in order to get ready for Christmas. At this point, all we could do was wrap gifts.
In the midst of the floor emergency the previous week, I had also had twenty-four hours of terror over the kitchen wall color. I am completely insecure about choosing colors, and I had visited Sherwin Williams twice to choose just the right buttery, but cheerful, yellow. The color we had was sunshiny, lemon yellow, and I couldn’t stand it. When Landon put the first of the new color on the pantry walls, it looked exactly the same. When he put a streak or two on the newly primed sheetrock, it looked like mustard. I spent hours on Pinterest and every paint manufacturer’s website that night, and texted Greg in the wee hours with a new paint color. Then, at 7:00 AM, the kitchen looked so nice that I re-texted him and said, “Oh, never mind.” I think he was so stressed about the floor that he barely paid attention.
Naturally, unexpected issues cropped up. Since the flooring was a different height, the toilet in the powder room did not fit. It had never fit well, but now it needed a definite adjustment. In the meantime, we were without a toilet downstairs, and I am so glad that I did not notice until we returned Sunday night that our toilet had spent the weekend on the front porch. As Jeff Foxworthy would say, “You might be a redneck….”
On Monday, the crew dove into flooring again, and the electricians arrived. It was thrilling to see the lights that I had chosen finally going up. The hand-blown glass pendants were obviously chosen for the island that I will only see in my dreams until I can save up for Phase 2 of the kitchen reno, the one with cabinets and countertops. I still like them, though. The electricians were amused by the breakfast room chandelier. “It looks like an atom!” It does, and the filament bulbs are extra fun.
Then came the dreaded news: we ran out of flooring, and the new flooring had not arrived. I knew that we would need more flooring, since we had ripped out half the living room and ordered more, but we were six days from Christmas and still did not have a floor on the last few feet of the breakfast room. By Tuesday, the walls and baseboards had been painted, and the guys were very helpful about getting all the furniture back in place.
When the maid arrived Tuesday afternoon, I think she finally understood what I meant by “we’re having some renovations done.” Besides the thick layer of white grit over everything, the toilet in the center of the powder room floor and the lack of a complete floor convinced her. I don’t believe we would have made it without her. She took care of all the basic housework– dusting (lots!), bathrooms, and vacuuming– while David and I hauled boxes up and down the stairs, struggling to get everything back in place. I learned how to use a Bona mop. The plumbers showed up, and Jessica had another bathroom to clean. Tuesday night, our son and his fiancée came over to help us put up the tree and the nativity scene.
By the time I went back to work on Wednesday, I thought we might make it. Greg texted to say that the floor had arrived. He brought it over to our house to acclimate, and they completed the floor and baseboards by Thursday night. We had a luxurious 48 hours to wrap gifts, cook Christmas dishes, and put on fresh sheets before the family arrived.
We had a beautiful Christmas with our family. Thank you, Greg and crew!