So heres the deal. When we did a walk through of our home, we pealed up the corners of the carpet to expose beautiful fir softwood flooring. We had these grand visions of it being perfectly restorable. 

My husband is a genius planner, excel sheet maker, budgeter, etc. so when we put an offer in on the house we started planning and budgeting. We knew exactly how much this house needed (no body ever say the words I just said, whatever you THINK you need when renovating a house, just add thousands to that number) anyways, new flooring was not in the budget. 

When we started ripping out the carpet, we found this:
It was NOT able to be refinished.  It had water damage (pee damage) from the dogs and they had painted it with Kilz to mask the odor. so new flooring had to work its way into the budget (into a budget that had no room to grow).

We decided for now to go with a wide plank linoleum by Traffic Master in Saratoga Hickory. Because, guess what?! Its only .99 a sqft!! It only cost about $1400 for the entire first level!

Im happy to report that I love it, aside from the obvious dark wood problems, you can see all the dust and have to sweep or swifter a lot! It's pretty durable, has a hand scraped feel to it and its the wide plank that I was after.  Installation is time consuming but pretty easy.  I would definitely recommend it if you are on a budget!

And here's a cleaner version, sans drywall dust.
The entire upstairs is able to be refinished, so thank heavens!
XOXO, Lindy
Instagram is a beautiful thing. Through it, I have made some incredible connections and real life friends. A couple of those friends include the lovely and talented Candice of Ivy and Tweed Photography and Lora of Lora Grady Photography.  

We galavanted around our home and documented the afternoon on camera. I couldnt be more thankful for such an opportunity to capture where we are in this home renovation process right now, and to see how far we have come in just a few months. Thank you Thank you, Candice and Lora! MUAH

Of course we are done (for now) with the kitchen remodel, but its always fun to go back to that moment when you really start to see the change you've made and you stand back and give yourself a pat on the back for all the long nights, and sweat and tears you've put in.  This was that moment for me.

Eventually I'd like to write posts about each individual thing, like "how to pour concrete counters", "installing subway tile", building a faux coffered ceiling" and so on and so forth. 

but for now lets just admire that moment of pride for me. At this point we had just poured the concrete and we had yet to scrape off the splashes on the tiles, as well as the electrical covers and such. A true 'during renovation' photo.

Let me take you back to the kitchen when we bought it.
And now to the moment of pure joy and jubilation.
Everything was gunnna be alright.

xoxo, Lindy
Buying a home wasn't our plan at this stage in our lives. The actual plan was to move from Washington to California for a job offer, and boy was I stoked and set on that move. Daydreaming of the sun every chance I got. Things didn't necessarily fall through, rather the plan just shifted, and that particular plan got postponed; the sun will just have to wait a couple of years. Travis (my hubby) was needed at his job here more than ever, and I couldn't be more grateful that our "plan" was derailed; because have you seen my house???!!!! its stinkin' radical!
More and more I learn to be open and available to change, to say "YES" when opportunities present themselves and that God is in charge.

In an attempt to wish away my sadness at the realization that I would in fact be spending another fall and winter in Washington where it rains and rains and gray and gray and dark at 4pm and I convince myself that its a great idea to just sit on the couch and stare out the window with a frowny face rather than do any type of activity that betters myself. 
No, its not that bad, Washington is beautiful and green and my family consists of a bunch of ridiculously cool individuals, and its not time to move away from them just yet. Anyways back to the part about wishing away my sadness; usually a quick scan through Zillow really boosts my spirits as I dream up all the cool things I can do to dumpy old houses. Not 5 minutes into one of these therapeutic sessions I found IT. It took my breath away and I almost didn't want to click on it in fear that this moment of perfect clarity and pure joy would be stolen from me with the words, "SALE PENDING" or some other variation. Lets be honest, it was a dump but it was such a perfect dump, filled with promise and potential. Most of all, it was a steal of a deal, boasting 3,000 sqft, with a 1,000 sqft detached workshop (believed to be the original house on the property), a garage, and a courtyard on a double lot. When I clicked through the photos I didn't see the years of animal pee stained on the carpets, the duck tape on the plaster, patching holes, the faux ceilings they put in to reduce heating costs or the handicap closet bathroom with the subfloor exposed, (though I did see the kitchen for what it was, because WHOA, you couldn't look past that!) But instead I started rejoicing under my breath, "those beams!, those coffered ceilings!" and then my voice became louder and louder "THAT STAIRCASE, THOSE BUILTINS!!!" and I yelled, and danced, and sang down the hallway to my husband, "I FOUND IT!!". Both of us not really aware we were in the market to buy, I don't know what I expected him to say, but he took one look at my computer screen and than at me with a twinkle in my eye and sweat dripping down my forehead at the irrational thought that "If we don't call this real estate agent RIGHT THIS MINUTE, it will be stolen from me!". He said "ya, I think you did find it". And the next day we were walking through it, and the next day we were putting on offer on it, and then a month later we were ripping out carpet and rummaging through years of garbage, covered in pigeon poop (seriously), and with dust in our noses and coating our hair, we would catch each others eye, and smile and know that THIS was the "plan" all along. And the dreams of the California sun subsided as white walls, and hardwood floors, and mahogany stained stair treads filled my head and my soul, and I was happy.  

Trav and I make a great team; his family owned construction businesses, his childhood was spent with his Pops learning new skills everyday. One day he'd learn plumbing, than electrical, than siding, than framing than etc, etc until he woke up one day and found himself to be a genius and a man with great knowledge on a lot of different subjects :). He went on to study Engineering and then went on to study math, and then on to study every subject known to man. I like him a lot, lets keep talking about him. Nah, enough about him. I grew up watching my mom, (do you even know my mom? she's unbelievable! A renaissance woman, who follows every passion and dream her little heart desires) she would bring home ugly furniture, (namely, chairs. I get my love affair for chairs from her) and she would rip it all apart and put it back together, but in a beautiful and restorative way. And she would thoughtfully put together our home so that it had this glowing aura about it. It was an innate gift which she graciously passed on to me. 
So I know how to make things pretty and good ol' Travie knows how to knock down walls and build them back up again.

And so our adventures in renovating a 1912 Craftsman, all by ourselves began. just a couple of kids making it up as we go along.
WOWZA, it can only get better from here right??!! well it did get better! much much better. stay tuned for the reveals, the Before and Afters and our room to room renovation process. 

XOXO, Lindy