Here we stood, ages 22 and 23, in our brand new, old, not-yet-purple house. The very moment we closed on the house and got the keys, we ripped up the hideous peach carpet to reveal hideous wood floors that were covered in animal (we hope) urine stains. No problem. We can handle that! We told ourselves. No matter that neither of us knew anything about home improvement beyond changing a light bulb. We rented a floor sander from a hardware rental place and took this little self-portrait before we started, to document the event. Our first home-improvement project.
Thirty minutes later we called some friends who were able to refer us to professional wood floor refinishers. Best phone call we ever made.