Floor beneath the floor

 I don’t know about the rest of you but sometimes I get the uncontrollable urge to not leave well enough alone. Todays unbridled desire was related to the last thing about my house I can’t stand. The god awful linoleum floor.

 It was at best guess put down in the late 70’s early 80’s and is showing its age. Not to mention it is ugly to begin with. When moving in my fridge I accidentally made a nice little rip in the linoleum. Just big enough to discover that underneath was some wonderful vinyl tile floor. From what I could view through the tiny opening it looked to be in good shape and the linoleum was clearly not profusely glued down. 

 Since I moved in I’ve been thinking about the “floor beneath the floor.” Today in the middle of watching a recently acquired copy of “The Road Warrior” I had the bright idea to peel back the area in my wet bar. If it’s in bad shape I could just cover it back up on the cheap because of its small square footage. 

 The curiosity took over and I stopped the movie. Grabbing a few tool I thought I may need for the process I headed to the bar. 


 Right away I was able to find a separation in the floor between the kitchen and bar, under the door where most wouldn't ever notice. With nothing more then a fingernail I lifted a small piece and throwing caution to the wind I began to peel. Less then 5 minutes later I had a beautiful vintage tile floor before me. 

 I can only pray the rest of my kitchen looks this good. Just in case though I think I’ll wait a little to tackle the rest of the kitchen. I mean they must of had a reason to cover it. Somewhere lurking below is impending doom. I can feel it.