A metaphorical glimmer of light shined through our entryway and hearts today. We finally laid some wood planks. For the first time all the work, late nights, mess, and money felt like it would actually produce a wood floor.
I remembered we would not live in a construction zone forever. All it took was this one little line of hardwoods.
Well, actually it is a big, very important line. We have been calling it the “anchor row” which I cannot remember if this is a term we came up with or heard someone else say. Our friend Jon the Professional explained the idea to us and shared he sometimes spends an entire day on only this row. Why? Because it must be completely straight. Every board after this will be laid based on it, so if it is not well done, you could have a crooked final product.
To begin, we thoroughly shop vac-ed and swept several times, to have a nice, clean subfloor removed of any nails or debris. Using a laser, we shot a line down to the opposite wall (in the dining room) an equal distance from the front door’s wall the whole way down. Checking frequently to keep the laser line aligned, David glued and face nailed a single row of boards.
Face nailing is nailing on top of the board compared to blind nailing which is shooting the nail angled into the wood’s side groove using the pneumatic floor nailer. The negative of face nailing is nail holes will be visible and have to get filled with wood putty. It must be done at times, however, because operating the floor nailer requires enough room to swing a hammer.
That beautiful line of floor sat for two days, so the glue would be dry and extra secure. Then, we stapled down our underlayment with about three inches of overlap between sheets. Some was left to climb the wall at the end and get trimmed up once all the floors are down.
Here my friends, is a pretty, prepped subfloor. We had a social event the night after we finished this and could hardly wait for the next free night so we could get some planks in and feel a bit of momentum on this project.
Note: I am restraining myself from ending this post with “let the wood times roll.” Well, I guess only sort of restraining.