Thursday, October 27, 2011
White floors. Not in this lifetime...
My floor. What can I say? It drives me nuts. It shits me to tears. Most of the house has baltic pine boards. I used to love them, but it's all over now. They hurt my eyes.
My kitchen floor has been every colour of the rainbow. Yet, each time I see some gorgeous, sublime Scandi home with the white boards, I sigh. So for the last few months I have been trying in vain, again, to be that pristine, cool, white-floored home-owner. Grand fail. I have kids, a job, a dog and a cat - it was never going to be anything but hard work.
So this morning I had exactly one spare hour between Annebelle's ongoing orthodontic adventure, and a meeting, so I gave the repulsive white floor a cursory clean, then splashed around some paint I had stored in the laundry (Dulux Lickedy Lick, left over from the shoot here a while back). So once again, my kitchen floor is hot pink.
I have tried everything - marine paint, sealers, pro-strength stuff that cost a fortune. Nothing really stands up to the everyday wear and tear of family life. So, I have vowed to save my pennies and get all of the floors throughout the house professionally sanded back, properly limed, and sealed. No more painting the floor. Ever.
Has anyone had any luck personally with painted wood floors? If so, I want to know your secrets?