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"Growing up I spent summers at my aunt’s old Victorian home in a small country town. I remember the fresh flowers placed on the table, scented breezes flowing through wideopen windows and her beautiful, antique curio cabinet. My aunt had tenderly restored this precious family heirloom by stripping off years of grime and re-staining its aged wood, intentionally preserving the original color still found deep in the wirebrushed grain. I’ve never seen anything so perfect...until I found these exquisite floors, a memory from childhood I now enjoy every day."
"While backpacking through Europe I stumbled across a magnificent castle. As I stepped inside I was amazed by its majesty. The scale by any standards was grand. The great ceiling with its enormous dark beams, the stunning walk-in fireplace and the heavy, carved stonework. I was especially taken with the beautifully aged wood floors woven across the room in multiple widths. The rich grain and rugged knots were worn to a fine patina by the boots of knights and kings. I knew then I wanted to bring a sense of this history — and these floors — into my own home."
"While on vacation in northern England, we stopped at a grand manor. The impeccable grounds and lavish interior exuded the nostalgia of a more genteel time. We marveled at the sweeping staircases, the ancestral oil portraits and the long, wide planks of wood, bursting with movement and rich with color. The grain patterns and character in the floor held memories and secrets from families past. As we walked, we felt the texture of time beneath our feet. Later, when I was looking for the perfect floor, I knew we had to recapture a bit of that magic in our home."
“Inspired by questions my daughter had about her great grandmother’s life, the two of us embarked on a journey to the northeast village of my ancestors to explore our family tree. As amateur detectives, our first stop was the original City Hall where my family documented life’s milestones. As we walked on the ancient plank floor, embellished by the scraping and random imperfections from decades of footsteps, I felt a connection to people I had never met … and now never wanted to forget. Today, with a floor just as unique in my own home, the memories from that experience are always with me.”
“During my childhood, the family cottage was our peaceful refuge away from hectic city life. Sun streaming through the windows had softened the paint on the walls. The floor was warm and full of personality, with woodgrain deeply weathered by the salt in the air. Worn by our family’s summer vacations at the shore — where bare feet were a daily standard and swimsuits always hung on the line. Years later when I went to remodel our townhouse, I searched for a similar floor. Something beautifully aged to give the room that feeling — of days spent without pretense … only comfort.”
“As a child I would spend summers at my grandparent’s farm. I’d wake up early every morning to help my grandfather with the daily chores. My favorite days were those spent together mending fences or woodworking in the old barn. I remember his patient hands as he slowly coaxed the weathered wood into place. He taught me the value of true craftsmanship. It was those cherished moments and the rustic charm of each hand nailed board that inspired the perfect floor for my home.”perfect floor for my home.”
"Each year, we escape to the mountains to enjoy the beautiful fall foliage, a time to reconnect with the elements. We love staying at different bed and breakfasts for each of our trips, as they never disappoint in their rustic charm. A favorite family tradition is to gather together around the fireplace at the end of each day - simply gazing at the warm flames or watching the relaxing light form the fire as it dances across soft-scraped hardwood floors. Now we are reminded of the comfort of those special evenings together, every time we come home."
"My friend and I decided to make one last detour down a dusty, gravel road when we saw the sign for the local art fair. It was getting late in the day, but we couldn't resist the opportunity to look for one more treasure before heading home. And then I saw it. The most exquisite, hand-made walnut bowl. It almost looked hand-painted, with its richly defined graining and large, swirling knots. When I picked it up, it felt even more beautiful than it looked. Smooth and warm. A found treasure that inspired the artistic wood floor in my home."