A little bit more background on the floor:
I used quotes around “hardwood” because the processes of making the planks for bamboo floor involve growing bamboo (a grass) chopping it down, flattening it, cutting it into strips, sticking them in an oven (the “toast” or “caramel” color comes from essentially baking it), and then arraying the strips just-so and then mashing them together with glue. The end result is harder than oak when it is done if it’s not cooked (at which point it is a very light blond color) and less hard than oak when it is cooked (and we got the cooked stuff, so it’s more like teak). The stuff is considered cool and renewable (bamboo is a quick growing grass and you can get a lot of floor grade product faster than, say, oak trees), but I’m sure that within a few years the glues used will be found to be horrible, or the bamboo will be grown in areas full of heavy metals, or they’ll be stealing the bamboo from adorable baby pandas… But the main reason I am getting it is because it’s beautiful… and the main motivation for flooring listed on all the websites seems to be “get whatever the hell you really want because then you are much more likely to take care of it and keep it looking wonderful”.
I currently have no doubts that I’ll love the floors. The flooring sample (a box of the floor you picked from a swatch of floors) was delivered on a day when Eric and I were about to have a horrible fight, and we postponed it because we wanted to lay out the planks in Araken’s old bedroom and coo over it for a good twenty minutes before we remembered we were supposed to be yelling at each other. It’s just that pretty. It also smells like candy.
Speaking of Araken’s bedroom, we originally thought about redoing the floors because Araken moved out and several pieces of the larger furniture were his: The couch, two beds, and several book shelves. Since we didn’t have much big stuff we realized we could get everything off the carpet without having to rent a storage unit. Thus, I stayed home for some flooring estimates, selected a charming company full of wonderful people with Baltic accents (they sound a bit like Boris and Natasha. When they asked me if it was okay to go ahead with expensive concrete leveling… I almost asked “can I get a discount if is used as disposal place for Moose and Sqvirrel?”). One of the reasons we selected them is because they gave us the most competitive quote, but the real reason we liked them is because they were going to do all the baseboards and paint them and then smack ’em on the wall at perfect height, and they were willing to try and not use shoe-molding (AKA quarter round) and to lay down thicker wood without many qualms.
How the floors will make us better people:
So, all of the non-kitcheney belongings of Eric and I are stuffed into the garage at the moment. This means when the floors are done, we will have to move things back in. In contrast to just sort of flinging everything back where they were, we are thinking of taking a much slower approach. Eric wants a gradual approach because he wants to re-paint the master bedroom: upon realizing the baseboards get painted we painted the front and back bedroom/offices the colors of our choice without worrying about the outgoing carpet or trim, and now the master bedroom is showing the same patterns of scuffs and being-lived-in. The other reason is that the new floors will have to be protected with new rugs, little protective bits of felt, and rubber booties… and setting such things up require patience and at least two people. Thus, the first day we are back we will probably move in some clothes and the bed and continue to go out to the garage for random bits of things (like underwear).
The main reason I am taking my time is because I was greatly influenced by Marrus’ post on house systems and only keeping things you really found useful or beautiful in your house. Firstly, I have what I feel are superfluous desks… and my desks always end up covered in unruly bundles of paper and little trinkets. I don’t take umbrage with my need to spread bundles of paper and trinkets across my desks (creative chaos, coding is creative, etc. etc.) but I do sort of wonder if I need more than one desk per room to do it. Thus, in the office I think I am going to set up only one desk in the logical spot and do it in such a way that I have as much space as possible to put paper and crap and go “this is the part that’s allowed to be messy, and if it gets so messy I cannot find things or that it is spilling off onto the floor, it’s too messy and needs to be tidied up.” It also means that I’ll only have one spot per room that is allowed to get unruly that shouldn’t take more than 15 minutes to tidy-up. It will also keep me honest when I go to office supply stores or come across an opportunity to get some cute little tchotchka: I’ll have to think to myself “I don’t have room anywhere for it, and nothing I already have is uncool/useless enough to be replaced by it” and turn it down. I’m not sure what I’ll do with the other desk. I kind of want to shove it off on Eric but if he doesn’t want it I might donate it or use it as a project-desk in the garage or something.
Speaking of the garage, the entire back wall has shelving, and most of that shelving is occupied by boxes and boxes of files that I’ve put out there. I apparently have gotten some of my mothers packrat gene, and it shows in a near compulsion to keep ANY piece of mailed paper that shows a financial transaction on it. While I understand the need to keep tax information and bank statements for at least 7 years (I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to chuck any of it, honestly) I’m sure the world will not end if I decide to chuck an old invoice from the exterminators from 4 years ago. Still, any thought of removing something brings up a whole ad baculam scene in my brain where I am horrified and embarrassed in front of all my peers because I *shredded* a *document* that was *mailed to my house!!*… But then I realize I own a pretty cool autofeeding scanner, and hard drives are cheap, so maybe I could just save off files and have a chance of actually finding them some day rather than them threatening to trap me in the garage or damage cars should a tremor occur. But that is going to be part of a long-term project (along with adding all my old posts to the wordpress blog like I said I would).
A more immediate solution I have for saving space and not letting my house re-fill with crap is to essentially look at it before it is allowed back into the house from the garage. This includes old clothes (“Do I really need this old t-shirt? can it just go into the pile of work-out shirts? Does this stained work out shirt need to be kept even though it is stained and threadbare? Will I ever be able to cram my ass into size 31 jeans again? No!” *toss*) old books (“Is this a nice copy of something I have loved for years and want to display, or is it some old college textbook or some crap from an airport bookstore I’m never gonna pick up again? I won’t read it and don’t want to be on display as the type of stuff I read!” *toss*) tchotchkas (“Do I really need a broken pen-holder likeness of Eric Cartman? No!” *toss*) movies (“Why do I have all these old videos? Oh yeah, because I accepted them from a friend who wanted to toss them..” *re-toss*) and bits of paper (“Why did I bother storing a stack of receipts in the garage like they were precious?” *shred*).
I also have ideas for saving future space by getting more electronicy storagey thingies (kindle, xbox for streaming video from internet) but that will need to wait for financial recuperation and settling of all the crap I already own.
Wish us luck. And reach out to me gently over the next couple of weeks. September was a month of stress I hated. I am hoping October will be a month of stress where I got lots accomplished.
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