We moved into our current house about six years ago. Even then, the carpet was not in the best of shape and we knew that we’d have to replace it soon.
Well, soon turned out to be six years, but now it’s done.
We made the deal and awaited the installation. The company called and said we were scheduled for Saturday from 10 to 12. At least that’s what Husband heard. Three guys showed up about 10:30 and shortly thereafter my bedroom looked like this:
There’s a very messy bookcase from the office. A bed from the guest room. There’s a desk behind the bookcase. You see, the part of this process that I didn’t grasp was that EVERY SINGLE ITEM sitting on the floor had to be moved in order for the carpet to be installed. I guess I thought they’d just work around the furniture. But, no–they moved everything.
So three rooms of furniture ended up here. And that was just upstairs. It became clear that when Husband heard 10-12, what that meant was that they’d get started during that time. Being the frugal sort, Husband wanted to save parts of the old carpet to use as floor mats, trunk liners and God only knows what else.
He hosed it off with detergent, scraped off the excess water with a piece of plywood and then enlisted my help to hang the sodden pieces over the deck railing so it could dry in the sun. Our neighbors’ house is for sale and they had an open house scheduled for the next day. I’m sure they loved our carpet decor. But at least all this was cleaned up:
At one point I took a picture of the pad and sent it my sister:
“Do you like my new blue carpet?” I asked her in the accompanying text? “Um, sure,” she replied bravely. “It’s just like the Titan’s colors.” It was several hours later before I fessed up and sent this:
So that’s my new carpet and it’s great to have. But here’s the really cool thing about it–it’s made out recycled plastic bottles. It’s 100% plastic.
But it feels like heaven.