So Christmas Eve morning came and we (and by we, I mean Ryan) put down our first coat of polyurethane and we were off to PA to spend the night with my family... and take a short break from the house. We had originally planned, and by originally I mean somewhere around plan F, that we would put the second coat of polyurethane down before we left for Christmas so that it could dry for the necessary 72 hours. Of course, that didn't happen. So we were looking at a Thursday night bedroom furniture move in date versus our original hope of Monday night, sigh. Although it was utterly frustrating, we were starting to see the fruits of our labor... even if we were still sleeping in the family room...
Me: "I like the distressed look of the floors."
Ryan: "It's not a look, they're actually distressed."
Touche.
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