David Copperfield is my Handyman
Okay, not really. But if you could see how our old, decrepit wood floors have shape-shifted to become gleaming planks of amber beauty, you’d swear some old fashion sorcery was behind it. Or some really skilled floor refinishers (Yes, they pissed me off a few weeks ago and I still haven’t forgiven them, but I have to give credit where credit is due. Unfortunately).
Here’s the before photos of the master bedroom floors, which were in really bad shape when we bought the house – meaning they had holes in them and scratches so deep, it look like a dog had been frantically digging for bones in them. But after ripping down the walls and ceiling around them, they looked nearly unsalvageable.
And here’s the after photos:
Darn it Floor Guys – you’re making it so hard for me to be mad at you! I’m just inches away from inviting you back into my home to refinish the remaining 1,500 square feet of wood of floors we have. It’s just like Jack said to Ennis in the movie Brokeback Mountain: Floor Guys, I wish I knew how to quit you.