Grandma's Gift

We spent so much time, money and energy remodeling our kitchen. It looks amazing. Really it does. Except that we ran our of time, money and energy before we finished. Knowing the floor should be the last thing to replace, we waited and waited and waited as all the details were taken care of one by one. Painting. Cabinets. Etc. In process we:

• ripped the linoleum one of the zillion times when the fridge had to be pulled out
• inherited a fridge that was three inches wider so we shifted the cabinets over making a three inch hole the entire depth of the cabin
• burned a black hole when cutting out the old floor to put the toe boards in

Before any of this started, the floor was hard to clean because it had lost its sheen shall we say. Today I swept and mopped and got down on my hands and knees to clean this stupid floor. Check it out. This is post cleaning.

Nasty. As if I hadn't even touched it at all. It is officially impossible to clean and feels gross on my feet within a day of a serious clean. It's been making me nuts forever. Brian and I have been talking and are just about ready to do it. Grandma said she wants to help. Gotta love her.