Made in Richmond

Ross, my mother-in-law, and I went to go look at hardwood flooring today (after lunch at Can-Can and seriously, there’s nothing better than a Saturday lunch there). We drove all the way out to the end’s of the earth to Lumber Liquidators near Southpark Mall. After telling the very nice salesperson what we needed (A. Cheap, B. Hard enough to handle two stupid dogs, C. Still cheap) we narrowed down our choices to a nicely priced Beech (or maybe Birch? I obviously was paying a lot of attention to that part). We would loved to have gotten a wide-planked dark wood, but the fact that we are poor and our dogs have talons AND we’ll only be in this house a little longer means that we shouldn’t go all out at the moment.

Anyway, I made the decision in about 3 seconds, which I seem to do with every major decision – this house and my car are the two biggest purchases we’ve ever made and that took all of 10 minutes each for me to decide on. I mean, it looked nice. It’s on sale. They deliver. It needs to be in our house for a week before we can lay it down the weekend after Labor Day. All signs pointed to handing the nice man our credit card and calling it a day. At least I thought they did. I had fully accepted the fact that this project would be costing us a couple thousand dollars, as do most things that add value to your home. Well, the hubs just couldn’t bring himself to make the purchase today. He needs to sit on it, even if just out of principle. Honestly, I can’t really argue with it because, after all, out of the two of us he will be the one doing most of the work on this. If I’m spared from hours of back-breaking work, he can take all the time he needs.