I am finally moved out of my college apartment and done studying (for now…knock on wood!). I’m living with my parents right now because Camp Ave is uninhabitable at the moment. My parents have done a ton of work, but every little thing takes a lot of time and energy so it is still slow coming.
The past few days I have been working on the floors upstairs. We ripped out the carpet in two of the four bedrooms (other two will be ripped up soon). The wood underneath is beautiful. It is a darker tone than the downstairs and wider planks. Unfortunately, the previous owners decided to paint the walls without covering the wood floors, and there are paint splatters everywhere that will have to be dealt with. There are also a million staples and nail beds that we have had the joy of pulling up over the past few days.
(Below: Paint on the floor, nail beds, staple remove tools, oh my!)
(Below: My loyal companion Gracie)
Also on the agenda is the room we refer to as “the brown room” due to the ugly brown carpet and heinous brown shelving unit. My parents ripped out the carpet in there while I was gone, and I spent the day yesterday taking out the staples and nail beds from the carpet.
I also decided to try to channel my inner-rehab-addict and take down that awful shelf. I made sure to wear my coolest safety goggles.
The result? Not very far but better than nothing. In my defense, this thing feels like it’s made out of steel! I will probably need help finishing this job.