Yes?
What's that you're lying on?
This? This is my favorite wrestling rug!
No, not that. That strange, shiny, floor-like material underneath the rug.
Gee, I don't know. I've never seen a 'floor' before . . .
. . . and it's not nearly as interesting as my rug.
Ah, well. Emory might not be excited, but I am! The Dread House kitchen - one of the dreadest rooms of all - has a floor, albeit a temporary one.
M is very fiscally responsible and likes to do things on a cash-only basis as much as possible, so the permanent hardwood floors (along with a new heating system that has to be put in at the same time) are still on some distant horizon. And I just couldn't take it anymore: that dark, stained concrete that mocked all attempts to clean it, that rough, snaggy surface that assaulted the eyes as much as it assaulted bare feet, and worst of all, that mysterious black stain that extended four feet across the kitchen floor. So I decided I had to do something that would make it livable for me, a very visual person, until that someday comes. The answer: those oft-decried peel and stick tiles. Yes, I've replaced the black stain on the floor with a black stain on my soul. But the kitchen, at least, is now a bright, pleasant place to be.
(Apologies if the contrast/brightness is off in the pictures. My laptop died and the desktop monitor has serious display issues.)
