Our story so far: Things were looking up in the old Methodist church we were turning into our home when my husband Tyler finished constructing the floor of the balcony in the great room.
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Now we could not just imagine but actually see all the square footage we had added with this balcony. It was magnificent even in its inchoate state. We had essentially added a second living room; one would be able to watch the big-screen TV on the main floor from the balcony. Tyler described the dream recliner he wanted to situate there in all its roomy, reclining leather glory.
But the drawback of all that square footage was all that square footage. We had planned to save a lot of money on flooring by restoring the Douglas fir, oak and pine floors throughout the rest of the main floor and second story. But there was no restoring the plywood flooring on the balcony.
A trip to a flooring store yielded one word when the salesman announced the price per square foot of the carpeting we liked: “Ouch.”
OK, well we could put off that decision (and expense) for a while. Clearly, we would have to shop around. One of the Big Box retailers was summoned to measure and provide a quote, maybe install the ethereal loop-pile carpeting in a creamy white with light gray lattice pattern we saw displayed on an endcap. It was called “Snowflake.” I was reminded of humorist Erma Bombeck who once quipped, “All of us have moments in our lives that test our courage. Taking children into a house with white carpet is one of them.”
“Do we dare install white carpeting?” I asked, polling family members with chunks of Snowflake, Moon Dust and Hammerhead.
“The Hammerhead is safer,” my son-in-law said.
But everyone else voted for creamy white.
I didn’t know if we had the courage required to install such light-colored carpeting in the place. But on the other hand, weren’t we—a couple in their 50s with no children in the house looking to cover a floor far from muddy outside entrances—the perfect candidates for white carpeting?
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Tomorrow: Nailing a railing. Read about it here.
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Yeah, I would have chosen Hammerhead. You’re braver than me.
Well, I haven’t committed yet. I’m not coveting the Snowflake.
Yes, go for the gorgeous Snowflake!
It will feel luxurious in your little balcony getaway! Also will help deaden some sound…
Tried to post my vote for Snowflake, kept throwing my comment out?!
WordPress, the platform for this blog, can be, well, flaky sometimes. I see your other comment though, and I love the encouragement! 😍
I’ve always loved the idea of living in an old church or even a one room schoolhouse and adding on. Great job!