After my cabin was completed, a neighbor was complimenting me on my flooring and how he liked it more than his. My flooring is a mixture of oak...some white, some red, dark and light. It has character.
I thought this was a strange comment given I had followed his advice on what kind of flooring to get and where. Yet I had not seen his floors. Maybe I was foolish for not doing so, but it sounded right and it turned out to be good advice.
So I was a bit perplexed why there would be a difference.
Until I saw his flooring.
He had not followed his own advice which he was so good at dispensing.
He had culled his pieces so for the most part, his floor all looked the same although it began as mine.
The interesting pieces were all gone. All was the same no matter what room you entered.
See what I’m getting at here?