The last couple of months around have been really hopping with activity. I did a terrible job of keeping track of how much produce I put up this summer, but suffice it to say...There was alot! I have jars in the kitchen cabinets, on the kitchen counters, the utility room cabinets, and the floor of our closet. And there's still more to do. Hopefully all of this hard work will equal a slightly lower grocery bill this winter. We shall see if all of Blair's hard work tearing up the backyard to create a garden is a monetary success.
Our little house was built in 1963. There have been only four or five owners from then until now, and the last ones did a great job on remodels. When we bought the house, it was not just live-able, but nice. So for eight months, we did nothing to the inside except for rearrange furniture in an attempt to find it's best possible location. (The landscaping was an entirely different matter. A matter for another post to be exact.) Blair has actually quit trying to remember where things are. Then one day, a lady stopped by. Said lady informed my dear, darling husband that her husband built the house. In 1963. And it has hardwood floors. That are gorgeous. We had assumed all long that it did indeed have hardwood floors (it was, after all, built in 1963), but we had no idea as to what condition they might be in. Blair had no intention of doing this when he told me of his conversation, but he planted a seed. And that seed began to germinate in my mind. Two weeks later, Blair takes Little Man out for a quick shopping trip while I'm cleaning up the dishes from supper. I get about half of the dishes done, and I decide it's settled. I simply must know what is under that carpet. But where to begin? There are six carpeted rooms in the house, one of which is a "great room" (meaning a ridiculously long room in a 1963 ranch house). I decide the best option is to go to the back corner of the house and lift up a section of carpet that resides under a piece of furniture. That way, if this all turns out to be a terrible mistake, no one is the wiser. But...how does one go about tearing out only a small section of carpet? Hmmm....Blair will be home soon, so I must decide quickly....Ah Ha! Grab an Exacto knife! Where is the Exacto knife?? I know where we kept it in North Carolina, however we have moved twice since then. Fortunately, it was still residing in the same basket. Alright, here we go. I picked the corner farthest away from the door, slide the piece of furniture over, cut carefully, carefully....AHHHH!! This house that was built in 1963 has gorgeous hardwood floors! That are, indeed, currently covered with ugly carpet! Out with the carpet!
If you look carefully in the bottom right corner of the photo, you can see my camera strap.
By the time Blair got home I had pulled up most of the carpet in the corner, lost my nerve, and recovered the corner with the carpet and the furniture. Then I took a shower and finished the dishes. Cue Blair.The next conversation went a little like this:
Me: Hey, Blairrrrrr????
Blair: Yesssss??? (With an eyebrow raised).
Blair: What did do?
Me: Remember when that lady stopped by a couple of weeks ago and said her husband built the house?
Me: Well, the house really does have hardwood floors.
Me: Wanna see?
After getting his "I don't really care what you do" approval, I then spent the rest of the night pulling out carpet, and staples, and tacks.
The next morning we decided that we really didn't like the wall color with the tones in the floor, so that meant we had to repaint (which I wanted to do anyway). The floor was in great condition except for right up at the wall, so we installed some quarter round up against the baseboard which I then painted. Since the wall was a different color, I had to repaint my chest of drawers.
And then I decided to recover the headboard for our bed while I was at it.
It's amazing how one thing leads to another and another and another. The only thing left to do in our bedroom is new window treatments, and we'll have a whole new room.
While I was putting everything back together in our room, I noticed the color scheme from my watch box (the Fossil watch I got in NYC):
Cute little birds!
Somehow I unintentionally stole the colors from this to plaster all over our room. I love it!
The carpet is now also out of the hall and Little Man's room.
The hall with carpet.
The carpet is no more!
Little Man's room had the same carpet as the other two spaces.
His room has REALLY great lighting.
We're planning on doing the office in a couple of weeks, and then right after that, the Great Room (aka the Dining Room and Living Room). I'd really like to have the whole thing done by Thanksgiving since everyone is coming to our centrally-located 1963 house this year, and who wants to eat a large meal in a partially-carpeted house? Actually, I'm pretty sure no one will care (as in 100% sure), but it would still be nice to have it done.