Just a wafer thin piece off planked pine!

Possibly over confident from the victory over the washing machine (even though we had got an expert in to fix it), my husband and I decided to embark on a project that we had been putting off for some time. We were going to spend the weekend putting down a laminate floor in my son’s bedroom. I was a little apprehensive, due to the sheer amount of junk in Tom’s room, but to my surprise we emptied it with very little problem. Even the carpet and underlay came up easily. Alarm bells should have started ringing, but I am trying to be an optimist. We had decided to use the flooring that had been taken up from the dining room. Thus, we could also feel smug at the fact we were recycling as well. The dining room is bigger than Tom’s room, so we would have plenty of laminate.
The morning started well, clunk, click and the laminate locked together. No swearing, just friendly companionship and the satisfaction of a job going well. It was at 3.03pm that the first swear word was emitted. Yes we were ¾ of the way through when we noticed we only had 4 planks left. How could this be? Well, dear potential laminate layers, each room is different. So when you lay it, you have to cut it to fit the room. Therefore by cutting the laminate to fit Tom’s room, there was some we couldn’t use.
Still in optimistic mode I suggested we buy some more laminate. My husband smiled and we consulted our dear friend the internet. Forty minutes later, we were no longer smiling. Apparently, no where in the whole world does planked pine laminate. Oh apart from Newcastle, but you have to collect it in person. A bit excessive for a 12 hour round trip. Disillusioned, I suggested we cannibalise the hallway. This has got planked pine in it and we were going to change the flooring anyway. My husband suggested that as all our DIY schemes thus far had gone badly, that we should possibly we should cut out losses and restrict the mayhem to only half of the house. It got to the point that we felt like just putting a piece of rug over the bit that was missing. Hey we could call it modern art.
Mother’s Day was spent in DIY stores with a bit of our precious planked pine, looking for anything that vaguely matched. We did find something and have had to order it in. We reckon that unless you knew it didn’t match, you wouldn’t know it didn’t match (if you know what I mean). We have also decided to put the bed over this bit, just to be doubly sure. So here’s to another weekend of DIY and cock ups.

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~ by envisioningutopia on March 19, 2012.

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