The Great Floor Disaster of 2017

During the demolition we had one of those magical finds you only see on HGTV (right after I swore off the channel as #fakenews): we found original hardwood flooring underneath the linoleum tile. It was pristine condition and absolutely gorgeous, except for one minor issue: it wasn’t the same wood as we have in the rest of the house.

On one hand, it’s original flooring, *swoon*, but on the other hand, it’s not going to flow with the rest of the room. Talk about a conflict!


Plan 1 of this saga: Do nothing. Our contractor swore that the wood would match up, not exactly with the rest of the house but close, with some polyurethane. It would be gorgeous *original* hardwood floors. Just give it a couple coats and a little bit of time – it’ll all be fine. Turns out, it looked like bare wood with some polyurethane on top… definitely not the look I was going for.


Plan 2: Try a polyshade(colored polyurethane) on top of the floors so we can create a tint without actually coloring the wood.  While an easy, quick, harm-free fix, it just wasn’t going to work. When you’re spending all this money and time on renovating your kitchen and updating everything from the electrical to the faucets, it would be pretty embarrassing to have the floors look like a budget DIY job.  Despite our contractor’s best try, I wasn’t sold.

Plan 3: Find a stain that our contractor would put down. Kyle and I went to the hardware store and stocked up on those small stain cans. After much tested trials, we didn’t feel confident in any of the options – or our skills in recognizing which color worked best.



Some of these colors did match pretty well, and actually might have been fine, but after they set in over 24 hours we found the colors changed significantly. 

Plan 4: Try again with someone who has matched woods and floors “hundreds of times” in DC. I spent a week digging into this and found a local company who had dozens of reviews on every site, example pictures of their projects and everyone I spoke with was beyond confident in their abilities to do the job – it’s what they do after all and they’ve seen it hundreds of times.  

It pains me to tell this story, but I’ll do it one more time.

The workers showed up on time, and got to work right away sanding down the floors (again) to remove the two coats of poly. They then asked me, “what stain color do you want us to use?” – and that’s the minute I should have sent them home. I didn’t go with my gut, so …

I asked how they didn’t know this already – isn’t that what they were here to do? I asked what stain they believe is best for matching the woods and helping the transition boards transition to the rest of the boards. I then called the company to ask why nobody told the flooring guys what the job was.  Yet, we moved forward still. 

To be fair, the guys did a pretty darn good job mixing up a custom stain. However, they missed an step before putting it down: they didn’t do a wood conditioner. The stain looked great at first but then after about an hour it sunk in way too far into the grain of the wood leaving really dark rings that looked like yellow and black zebra-print. 


I don’t understand why my communications degree fails me in explaining that I want the floors to transition between each other. It’s fine that they don’t match but… it has to look like it was done on purpose.

I won’t go into details about my reaction but the owner of the company had to come out to apologize for the “worst job he’s ever seen” – and say the only remedy would be to tear up the flooring. Or, of course, live with it.

Plan 5: We’re ripping it up. I know, it’s a sin to remove original anything from an old house – especially the floors – but at this point I literally hate the floors for all the pain they’ve caused me and my cats. I don’t see how I’ll be able to be in my kitchen and keep a scowl off my face if I glance at the floors. I have no choice but to take them out.

Stay tuned. The exact plan is still being worked out with our contractor but I have a feeling it’s going to be okay in the end.

Viva Las Jingle Bells

It’s only polite to ask your coworkers what they’re doing for Christmas. The expected response is, “going home to visit with my family” or “staying in town and having a quiet holiday,” and then a response of, “Oh that’s so nice!”

This year, I had a different response at the water cooler, “We’re going to Vegas,” which was responded with either a, “THAT’S AWESOME” (coworkers who have kids and assume we’re taking full advantage of the DINK life) or a, “Oh, that’s different,” (coworkers who think I must be the ultimate sinner).

Sometimes I left it at that (let them think what they wish), however the reason behind our visit to Sin City for Christmas was, we were visiting Kyle’s mom, who lives a couple hours away.  Outside of it being the most convenient place to meet up,  it was easiest on the wallets and just sounded like a good time.


I’ve had a few things on my want-to-see list that just don’t work into the trips to Vegas with my college girlfriends. To say I was thrilled to offer (insist) to do the first draft of our itinerary would have been an understatement.

First stop: The Neon Museum: This place has been on my bucket list since my first trip to Vegas in 2010. The museum is really a graveyard of neon signs from casinos and hot-spots around Vegas, most of which no longer exist.



Next Hot-Spot: The Hoover Dam:  If I’m being completely honest, I’ve never actually ever wanted to go here. It just seemed like a full day of travel into the desert to see a whole lot of wall holding back water. Terrifying. But, when you’re married to an engineer I guess you should expect to be tricked into this activity at some point in your life.


Upon arrival, I immediately changed my tune about the tourist destination. It was cool, but so scary I refused to let us get too close (you know, leaks happen).  While at the end of the day I don’t regret the road trip I definitely wouldn’t go back or recommend it to someone in Vegas for Vegas. I mean, it’s just too overwhelming …


Bucket List Item: Cirque du Soleil Beatles LOVE Show  …Love, Love, Love…. and I left really wondering how I didn’t end up as a circus performer. Untitled

Vegas Rock Climbing: Thinking back on my last 30 years, this has to be one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen. The photos I’m sharing do not do the Valley of Fire State Park any favors because the place is absolutely unreal. For two people who consider themselves outdoorsy because they like eating on patios, we took to the desert wilderness pretty quickly. We spent hours hiking around and climbing the rocks, and I really wish we could have spent another day out there with some proper shoes and jackets. #IWILLBEBACK




Although I’ve been to Vegas now 5 or 6 times, each time gives me unique memories. The city is nothing but fun and adventure – as long as you go into it with the best attitude and a willingness to go with the flow. Whether you’re with your best friends, your fiancé or mother in law, you’re going to have as much fun as you can handle, and that’s what I love about this place.

1st Year on 1st 

It’s been ONE YEAR since we signed away the next 30 years of our life to living on First St. Which, at the time we weren’t even thirty (*I still haven’t crossed that milestone, thankyouverymuch) – so what the heck do we know about 30 years?  I’ll tell you what, we know a lot about a lot after just one year of home ownership that we didn’t know last year. So, I guess 1 year down, 29 to go?

Here are only a few of our major “learnings” from Year 1:  

  1. We don’t need modern kitchen conveniences – we just REALLY want them.016_4900_1st_St_NW_85442

Our kitchen is not only old (1936 cabinets), it’s small (2 feet of counter space), hot (evening sun and no ventilation), and there’s not enough storage. We’ve learned to live without a microwave; after a few months you kind of forget that you don’t have one and get used to heating things up on the stove or in the oven.

We have NOT learned to live without a dishwasher. When you have to hand-wash every dish and utensil you start to factor in dishes needed when picking recipes. We eat lots of salads and sandwiches now.

I miss our recipes, every day.

  1. The weather is everything.

Is there such thing as being a hypochondriac but for your house? If so, that’s exactly what I am. I’ve never felt so emotionally connected to and stressed by weather as I am now that I’m a homeowner. Every major rainstorm I’m fearful we’ll spring a leak, at home we do a scan with flashlights and moisture detectors, but when at work all I can think is, “probably pouring into the windows by now,” as I do an Angie’s List search for plaster repair deals…

  1. Confidence means nothing. 

I was so cocky when we bought our house. “Solid as a rock” I said, “updated where it matters” we thought, “dry as a bone!” we boasted. Every house has its problems, and just because it didn’t show them during the home inspection or in the first couple months (thank God) doesn’t mean ours didn’t have them. We’ve had leaks (which is a new one), discoveries (new electrical boxes does not equal new electric behind the walls) and cracks (um, was that there last week?).

Even our friends who bought *fully updated* homes found “quirks” as they started to live there. Nobody is safe, we just have to be ready for the next thing to happen.

  1. HGTV is all LIES

When talking to non-homeowners I often feel a tang of jealousy when they talk about something cool they saw on HGTV they wish they had a house so they could do it themselves. I miss being naiive. I miss the Property Brothers (<3). Homeowner me hates most of HGTV and I find myself yelling at the TV when it’s on.  For the record: it does NOT take a couple hours to paint a room – it takes a weekend if you’re fast and prepared. It does NOT cost $10k to renovate a kitchen and furniture is VERY expensive as well, normal people can’t redecorate an entire room (much less a house) in a couple days and with regular budgets.

  1. When someone offers to help – you take them up on it.

We don’t live near family, we have no dads or sisters or uncles that can come over on a Saturday and help with a project or give their opinion when something breaks. We don’t have family trusted plumbers or a guy who fixes all the whatevers in the neighborhood. We have to find someone and pay them for nearly everything we can’t figure out how to do ourselves using YouTube and the webernets. Thankfully, we have some very good and awesome friends in DC who offer to help us sometimes; in the past, I would either just take care of it myself or try to minimize the need on my friend, however now I say, “thank you” and use them for all I can get out the offer. Untitled

My parents have been incredibly helpful when they come to town. They grumble a bit that they’re visiting to work, but Kyle and I couldn’t be more grateful for their help – even if it’s just a reassurance this is a marathon, not a sprint!


Fingers crossed and cheers to our 2nd year!