Because I've been cleaning up vomit and diarrhea for days over here,
I want to talk about something I am excited about, if ya don't mind.
Yes, I'm talking about the armpit of my abode. Namely:
THE CARPET (ominous, booming voice). Yes, friends: the removal of my carpet. The bain of my existence-- the fly in my soup-- the eggshell in my omelette.
And it feels so good to get rid of these few, severe, eyesores of my home. The stairs? Not so nasty. The carpet? About to be rectified.
Alright, fine. There's also my master bath, which could be compared to the large and furry mole with hairs growing out, but no one need see that room.
So in a sense, this is the final frontier.
May I take you through allllll the range of emotions on this one? 'Cause it's taken me a year and a half to make this decision.
Thank you, you're so kind.
Tile? Hardwood? Laminate? New carpet? A two-toned look? I considered it ALL.
"Where would the new carpet start? Where will it end?"
"I'm not totally in love with my existing hardwood. . . but I'm not ripping out what I already have. How wasteful would that be?"
"My hardwood runs in different directions-- what about THAT?"
Yes, this dilemma was considered at.ev.er.y.angle.
And after careful deliberation, we're going with the same (ish) color that already exists on the main level. Even though I don't loooove it. It is easy to clean, and I do love hardwood, whatever the color.
Did you know that hardwood changes color over time?
I know that. Now.
But can you see the possibilities? My house will be less "chopped up". The table can be turned out into the family room for eating, if the need should arise. I won't be a slave to the carpet steam cleaner every Saturday afternoon!
And this venture ain't cheap. But you may be surprised to know, that it costs exactly the same price as a decent grade of carpet would cost us.
And that, is a no-brainer.
Now, if I could, I'd have the carpet already ripped out. Every tack strip removed. The installment would commence, right this very second.
But instead, it's all stacked in my living room. I'll be waiting for the wood to acclimate itself to my house. Waiting very, very impatiently.
(This picture is what happens when you hand your camera over to your kids. Shoulda put it on "Auto". Thanks for listening).
So I'll be waiting for 5 more days. And not a second more. Wish me luck, because apparently I'm too stupid to learn how to install it.