Fine. New floors.
Erm. This is the part where months went by as I tried to decide what to put down. Hardwoods (like we want to eventually lay in the entire downstairs)? Laminate wood (that's in the adjacent living room)? Tile (like in the kitchen, laundry areas)? Or something unique to the entry (marble, travertine, concrete, the possibilities were endless)?
Finally, I landed on the tiles that are in our kitchen. They are neutral enough to go with anything, and hide dirt really well. Not that I would know because my house is always clean. (Note the heavy sarcasm.)
So, next up. Call Dad. What? You thought I would just jump in and do it? Not this time, folks. If red paint is scary, tile jobs are the Dr. Who Halloween episodes (crying angels!!!!).
Dad and I spent a total of 12 hours doing this:
Lookey! A bunch more pictures!
So glad that little project is done!
For a reminder...