So I’ve joked around on here before about how if you let a marble go on one end of our upstairs, that you wouldn’t find it until Christmas.
That is how unlevel our floors are/were.
Now I do tend to be a little hyperbolic at times. I mean it just makes the story so much better, right? After all, I was birthed by a world class exaggerator (hi mom).
But now I have good ol’ fashioned photo evidence.
see those nifty boards across the floor?
They are there for the sole purpose of leveling them.
Here’s what they look like on one end of the room…
And here’s the other end….
The defense rests.
That’s what you get when your house is built by Pa Ingalls and he has to take the wagon to Mankato for tools and supplies.
Remember how he always brought back treats for the kids and pretty fabric for ma?
That Michael Landon…sigh.
So back to the floors…
for some reason, I was under the impression that we had antique heart pine floors through the upstairs because when I ripped the carpet up…
this is what I found.
Turns out it was regular ol 1 x8’s that somebody slapped some stain on way back when.
Color me disappointed.
Even though the orange stain was gross, they had great potential. Or so I thought.
But now that they are being leveled and replaced, here is my vision for the new floors….
That, folks, is what I call a silver lining.
Hello, you wide planked slice-o-heaven floors….
photo from Domino magazine
In other news…
this is Hannah’s room with the ceiling ripped out.
Now that I know what the guts of my house look like, I will be sleeping with one eye open.
Have a wonderful weekend.