When I renovated the Bradford house, I obsessed about the floors. I really wanted to do reclaimed wood but it was a huge investment and I didn’t take it lightly. Take a look at this post from the past where I talked about fine French flooring. Maybe I was more dramatic in 2010? It sounds like I thought I might die of making a decision regarding hard wood flooring.
Nothing’s really changed here. I’m obsessing about the floors in the Eastwood project even though I promised Brad (the contractor) that I would not obsess this time.
I’m not going to be over-the-top.
I’ll let things go.
I’m not going to live there so I won’t be as emotionally invested.
I won’t obsess—cross my heart.
Famous. Last. Words.
This is why I absolutely never ever say “hope to die” when I cross my heart. And that’s just dumb—nobody hopes to die or stick needles in their eyes.
Nothing’s changed. I still care about every detail. And I still think these floors are nothing short of oh-la-la.
1. If you want to see more af a beautiful Paris home, check out this house featured on Design Sponge.
2. This hand cut map of Paris—I can’t think about how long this might have taken to create.
4. Audrey is right.
4. I still like Polaroids. I’m not over it.
5. If you like the first image in this post, you will love this house tour on French By Design.