The word “linoleum” rolls off the tongue like butter. The liquid consonants and long vowels create smoothness of sound. This beautiful word is wasted on its true meaning: a cheap plastic composite that reminds us why the 1970s is fondly forgotten. In order to refinish the original pine wood floors, this layer of linoleum needed to go. Shockingly, the project took less time than we planned. We pulled the floor pieces in large sheets and finished in thirty minutes! We kept waiting for lightening to strike and uncover a book of Murphy’s Law. No such misfortune occurred, and we spent the rest of the day relaxing.
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