Mission: Renovation

I was away for the weekend so I couldn't follow along with the renovation.  When I spoke to my dad on Saturday about the progress, he complained that they got the color of the stain wrong and that the fumes were suffocating.  He was downright sick and tired of the whole thing and just wanted things to be over with.

I was expecting calamity when I finally arrived home today.  This is what greeted me:

Ten points if you can spy a special guest star

The floors were magnificent.  My dad admitted that the floors had started to grow on him and that he liked it more and more each day.  I told him, well, yeah, it's hard not to fall in l-u-v with the artistry we would be walking on for the rest of our lives...in this house.

She's a beaut.

My mom was simply dancing with joy.  They hugged me and greeted me hello, then went right on prepping the furniture for their return to the rooms by sticking the undersides of every single piece with those felt-ish things.

Look how nicely that tile matches the floor...wood really adds some character.

Oh, and the smell? Well...it's a bit troubling to admit that I quite like it.  I'm sure it's just getting to my head, though.  

MISSION: IN MOTION