Got the Stinky Rug Up!

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Here's a before picture of our pink rug in the dining room where the milk spilled. You can see the kitchen/dining room wall was taken down in preparation for new kitchen going in in July.
After:

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Leah (aka Mary_not_Martha) said…
Now that milk spill is what I call a "happy accident" - looks gorgeous with the wood!
May 27, 2010 at 3:58 PM
Natalie said…
That looks fantastic! I agree, maybe the milk spilling was a blessing in disguise.
May 27, 2010 at 4:18 PM
Raine Chasing said…
Wow. That looks awesome. Are you still going to put new carpet down over that. Personally I wouldn't since it is just the dining room. It looks great with the hardwood floors.
May 28, 2010 at 9:07 AM
Jennifer Shirk said…
LOVE the wood floors!
May 28, 2010 at 2:52 PM
Lisa Miles said…
Thanks! Meisha, no I'm not putting carpet over the floors.
May 29, 2010 at 11:35 AM
Pat Tillett said…
there was certainly no crying over that spilled milk...
May 29, 2010 at 12:03 PM
Critique_This_WIP said…
Ooo! Love the new floor! Congrats!
May 29, 2010 at 2:24 PM
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