This post is dedicated to those of you who don’t follow me on twitter. You’re missing…a lot.
It was, it is, it has been time to rip the carpets out of this house for longer than I care to admit. There will be no “before” pictures because I have to handle the carpet with gloves and I can’t have y’all calling Teh Gov’ment and tellin’ on me.
My Sainted Mama’s paperwork says this house is circa 1995-96 (different numbers in different places) and it’s the original carpet. While I fully acknowledge that it’s age and quality have a lot to do with its present condition, I still get grossed out.
Like, rip it up and go take a shower grossed out.
I started her room on July 22nd and finished it on Aug 1st. While continuing to work my usual 40ish hour job.
(Where are my pompom-carrying cheerleaders??!!??)
However, I did a picture of the ONE spot in the floor not covered by the “I’ve got my ROOM BACK!!!!” explosion of teen crap.
The white strip of molding is as she wanted it (though I have no idea why)(I suspect laziness though. That or paralyzing indecision. I just *may* have passed on the inability to decide to paint the molding the wall color or the trim color to my daughter.) Optical illusion alert: the molding is sitting on top of the flooring, not another strip of molding. (could I possibly use the word “molding” in a paragraph more?)
And now I’m off to start round 2 – the boys room. (Which may or may not stay the boyS room – they’re keeping each other awake talking)