Surprisingly, there is very little whining going on. I think he's afraid I'll blog about it. I would never do that.
As a result, not much got accomplished on the house this week. We barely managed to make a decision on the flooring. I am, however, now an expert on all things tile. I can tell you the difference between ceramic tile, full body porcelain, porcelain glazed, slate, marble, and tumbled marble. I also understand PEI hardness ratings thanks to my husband's superior googling skills. I know all about underlayment, subfloors, and a new product called Ditra.
What I can't tell you is when this damn floor is going to get finished so we can install the cabinets.
Speaking of the cabinets, our kitchen designer came out here today, and although there are a few problems to be resolved, it's not nearly as bad as it was at first glance.
I'm pretty sure that no matter how long it takes get it resolved, the floor still won't be done. After all, it took us months just to make a decision. You don't seriously expect the installation to go quickly, do you?
So, since I have nothing to share in the way of photos of the remodeling progress, I'll share a few photos from Christmas.
This is a project that I gave a sneak peak of a while back. My dad is Scottish and very proud of his family heritage. Several years ago, I designed a flag of our family crest but it has gotten old and tattered, so I made some modifications to the design and made a new one for dad this year.
And here is my 85 year old dad opening some of his gifts. It's always so cute at Christmas, because he gets down on the floor to open gifts just like a little kid.
And last, but not least, we had a visit from the elves this year on Christmas Eve when they brought the traditional "Christmas Eve Jammies."
Now, I'm off to find the good drugs if Vern hasn't gotten to them first.