I don’t know about the rest of you but sometimes I get the uncontrollable urge to not leave well enough alone. Todays unbridled desire was related to the last thing about my house I can’t stand. The god awful linoleum floor.
The curiosity took over and I stopped the movie. Grabbing a few tool I thought I may need for the process I headed to the bar.
Right away I was able to find a separation in the floor between the kitchen and bar, under the door where most wouldn't ever notice. With nothing more then a fingernail I lifted a small piece and throwing caution to the wind I began to peel. Less then 5 minutes later I had a beautiful vintage tile floor before me.
I can only pray the rest of my kitchen looks this good. Just in case though I think I’ll wait a little to tackle the rest of the kitchen. I mean they must of had a reason to cover it. Somewhere lurking below is impending doom. I can feel it.