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“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.”
“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.”
“My husband and I were driving in North Georgia when we discovered Pembridge house. It was a classic Antebellum home with grand white columns spanning the front. As luck would have it, the owner invited us inside. We were immediately taken by the ambience — old southern style with truly elegant rustic floors. It was as if time stood still in this estate. You could almost see young women waltzing across the room, their ruffled hoop skirts skimming across the rich patina of the wood. I knew in that moment that I wanted those floors in our home.”
“While traveling in New England, we came across a grand old house that was rented for weddings and local celebrations. We wandered up the lane and saw the door to the ballroom had been left open. Upon venturing inside, we found a maginficent floor. It seemed to be part of an old barn that had been reused in the ballroom. The rough-hewn planks and hand-scraped grooves had been softened by years of horses’ hooves, and later by brides’ slippers. Now the rich patina seemed mellowed like a fine, aged wine. It wasn’t long before I had the look of that beautiful floor in my 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.”
“To me, the best part of traveling is discovering the shops of talented local artisans, where I can purchase truly unique pieces for my home. During my visit to the barrier islands, I stumbled upon a furniture shop, filled with authentic, one-of-a-kind items. It was obvious that creating beautiful furniture was this artisan’s craft, not his job. And it showed in the hand-scraped detailing. Heavily planed finishes. And rich, wood textures. That inspired me to find a floor that’s just as authentic.”
“It was during our annual ski adventure that we came upon a turn-of-the-century ski lodge with all the charm of a bygone era. The owners invited us in to see the rustic, handmade furnishing. Breathtaking mountain views. Magnificent natural stone fireplace. And a split, knotted floor that emulated the exposed, mineral-streaked wood beams in the towering ceiling. Both looked to have been harvested from the surrounding mountain timber. It was just the comfortable, familiar feeling that was perfect for floors in my home.”
“Every summer, we rent the same beach house on the barrier islands off the Southeast coast. My favorite part of the week is when I slip quietly out of bed, while the rest of the family sleeps, and walk out onto the beach to watch the sunrise over the ocean. I can still hear the surf pounding on the beach, then see it rolling through the piles of driftwood, working away at the wood, exposing the deeply textured grain. The elements relentlessly leaving their beautiful signature. That image inspired my vision of a truly natural floor weathered by years of exposure to waves and sand and sun.”
"As soon as we arrived at the cozy resort, with its hot mineral springs and mountain panorama, I knew it was the authentic experience I was craving. Everything felt as if it had always been here. Nothing sleek or modern or new. But instead comfortably inviting and lived in. The well-worn flooring of my room, with its softly grooved textures and beautiful imperfections, felt familiar on my bare feet. And I knew it was the feeling I wanted for my own 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."