The wine-themed kitchen

After much agonizing deliberation about the flooring for our kitchen – and carting home about a dozen samples – we finally decided on a mid-toned cork. We loved the way the darker cork looked with our cabinets, but with the tumbleweeds of white dog hair that blow through our house (doesn’t that sound nice – won’t you come over?) I knew that we could sweep every hour and you would still see hair and dust on a dark floor. And plus, this colour is totally saying, “Hey, I’m cork. And I’m not ashamed of it. Cork pride.” Hubs said it might have been more economical to just re-use the collection of corks from my weekly (daily) wine indulgence. That’s probably true. But still, this was a pretty cheap flooring option and perfectly non-committal in the long run (snap it in, snap it out).

We decided to lay it right over the old floor. we might have saved a few millimetres by ripping up the vinyl, but really, not worth it.

It was super easy – just snap and tap! I even did a few. But I don’t have a picture of me… you know this isn’t me, right? My arms are much more muscular.

We stopped for a family foot shot. How gross are my Toms? It’s hard to see, but my toes are starting to poke through them. And I’m pretty sure Hubs is wearing his gym shoes from high school. And Sal needs a nail trim. Damn, we’re a sorry-looking bunch.

Doesn’t looking at that cork just make you thirsty for some vino?

And the finished floor. We still didn’t have a light in here and I can barely work my point and shoot, so ignore the blue dusk light.

So soft and comfy to stand on!

And it only took about two and a half hours to put in. I think. By the end I was into the wine – I’m obviously very susceptible to subliminal messaging*.

*Full disclosure – I forgot what subliminal messaging was called and had to ask Hubs “What that thing is called where you see stuff you don’t see and you do it.” And he knew what I was talking about. True love.