My dad was asking me if I finished ripping up the linoleum in the kitchen. You see, I had started on a whim. I hate that yellow linoleum with a passion and decided I didn't want to look at it another moment and wanted it gone. And then I started to rip it up. Adrian hollered at me "You're ruining the nice floor, mama! Why you rip it all up?! Stop that!". Either he has poor taste and loves yellow linoleum or he's attached to it because it's there and always has been. I worked on it for a while, but I ended up quitting because it was a bigger project that I didn't have time for. I finally did finish ripping up the dining part of the kitchen, I haven't gotten the chunk in the immediate cooking area. It's certainly not perfect, but it's only temporary. Someday when we only own one home, we'll put something else down. But until then, I much prefer a gray painted floor to the terrible yellow linoleum.
If you are interested with some 'befores', here you go.
And here's the progress made thus far: (Although be forgiving, there's light from all angles and it's most challenging for me to get a good shot.)
I did a little sewing and whipped up this pillow. It's backed with an old sweater.
And the kids like to have their little table right there. And I'm thankful to have less yellow in my kitchen.
Certainly not a finished project, but it's a step in the right direction.