Our weekend kicked off with the final few swishes of our paintbrushes along the trim and walls; taking care of every last touch-up we possibly could. Someone might have done a little jig in celebration.
Once that was done, N took care of removing the carpet on the stairs. We had left it until the last minute as we were going to leave those tack strips in place, and tiptoeing over them for days on end would have been a pain in the rear, err, foot.
Peace out, 30 year-old carpet.
Remember the paint-tastrophe from the balcony area? It looks like it was so big that it travelled down the entire staircase.
After a final sweep of the second floor, we were ready for carpet. A took advantage of her temporary jungle gym first thing Saturday morning.
Six hours and several "it feels so weird to be sitting on our butts and not working"
comments to each other later, we had beautiful, cushy carpet.
The stair carpet is such a huge difference. Remember this?
The color was one we chose with the knowledge that all of this dark trim and paneling will soon be creamy white. For now, it looks a little dark. But it's a tighter install (the old carpet was double padded and waterfall'ed to the point that the steps were really thick and weird and actually kind of slip-inducing.) I'll have to get better photos of it, but it looks fantastic. This carpet was one of our final design decisions, and one I quickly made during my back-sciatic-nerve-freak-out weekend, so it's a relief that we actually like it! It has a slight vertical pattern to the threads, too, which translated well to full scale.
The upstairs carpet is light and fresh and awwwwwwesome. It's a basic frieze.
(I have a husband who vacuums. Don't be jealy.)
(This is the attic closet.)
It's hard to take photos of carpet that won't bore your face off, but it is exactly what we wanted: something light but comfortable, basic yet somewhat upgraded and fitting with the rest of our finishes.
The addition of the carpet has an affect that is so much bigger than just adding the carpet. It turns a plywood construction zone into a home. The difference is awesome. We both commented on it repeatedly throughout the day.
N went to town today on replacing the guts of all of the light switches and electrical outlets, in addition to the switch plates. He also installed the attic fan cover and all of the vanity doors and drawers. I went bonkers cleaning furniture and carrying armloads of little girl clothes and books and toys and gear and decor and dropping them in the appropriate rooms. So much more to do, and the house is still a disorganized disaster, but it's a start. Can't wait to keep it going tomorrow...
Speaking of, big doc appt in the morning! I was a little nervous, but then this evening a ponytailed 21 month-old physician wielding a travel-sized flashlight lifted up my shirt, shined the light on my belly, declared me "Good!", and ran off. So I guess that means I have nothing to worry about, right?
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