My name is Rachel and sometimes I have dreams where I am laying wood floors. That is because on occasions we do it for a few hours every day for a week and then I cannot readily get them off my brain.
It is a small price to pay to have clean, smooth, pretty planks to look at.
The landing gets the award for most underestimated room. It is small, so I viewed it as a quick item to check of the list on the way to finishing the bedrooms. I knew lots of doorways make for more work, but man, did this install drag. It took us nine work days compared to the living room (which is like, four times as big) taking six days.
I credit this to having to spend time working on the stair nose transition. I am okay with it taking more time, because having that look good is important and noticeable.
And also, that closet on the wall near the stairs I never really thought about because it scared me and had the worst green shag carpet. Well, now it has my beloved hardwoods, but I forgot how it was a pretty hefty nook. I mean, we plan to turn it into a second laundry closet, so I should have at least remembered it was big-ish. So more rows to lay. In a confined space. With special cuts. This equals a slow going pace as well.
But now it is done and that before and after comparison has your girl feeling so fly. I am still in the honeymoon phase when as I am walking up the stairs they take me by surprise each time. THEY ARE MUCH NICER THAN BROWN AND GREEN CARPETS.
Having the landing done was in a way the last remaining vestige of chaos in the house. Now that all we have left is isolated bedrooms, the whole second floor does not have to feel out of control while we are working on floors.