Wednesday, April 1, 2009

There I was, there I was: In the Congoleum

Scraping the two layers of vinyl flooring from the kitchen floor, cooked on in places from the fire, was a challenge. A full day of scraping left me with season-appropriate injuries, stigmata-like holes in my palms.

The suspicious gray, fibrous material under the 70's layer ( vinyl pattern/color forensics ) had me concerned enough to dawn a dust mask, isolate this room from the house with .7 mil plastic and dampen the substrate while I peeled the the old linoleum. I minimally disturbed the layer of mastic in question - and will seal it with a primer as soon as the concrete is poured.

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