I've been told I'm overdue to be posting an update, so here we are.
Last month Dad replaced the decidedly manky floor in the living room. He took the carpet up the day I came home, and what was under it was, well, not-so-nice. I helped!
First I helped Mom pack the stuff in the credenza:
There was lots to pack:
This one might hold more:
When he had the front of the room done, Dad moved the sofa:
You can tell this upset me:
And I helped Dad measure, too!
They didn't really plan it, but once the floor was down, they decided to paint, instead of matching the yuck beige and covering just the spackled stuff that was there when they moved in. I really like the canvas:
Floor looks great, though, doesn't it?
It was hard work:
Mom and Dad said I helped too much some days:
Mom has more photos, just less story to go with them. Stay tuned.