When we bought our house three years ago one of the things we were sure we would be doing was pulling up the carpet in the dining room. We weren't sure why it was there in the first place: there were hardwoods underneath, it's pretty much the same room as the living room so the divider of carpet is weird, the carpet was (WAS) cream which is stupid for eating over.
Of course, for the past three years every time we spilled something we wouldn't be terribly worried about staining. After all, the carpet was temporary, right?
When Charlie was a wee puppy who liked to wee wee, well, clean it up and thank goodness we're pulling the carpet up soon.
When we tromped snow and mud and dust through the house because the dining room is what you have to walk through to get to the rest of the rooms, well, the carpet was not long for this world.
Needless to say, our carpet was disgusting. And today I couldn't take it anymore.
So after a fantastic breakfast with a friend who was in town from California, we came home and I cut a little tiny piece of the carpet. And then put it back. And sat down. And casually mentioned to A that I had cut it. Just a little bit. Just to check the wood underneath.
So of course A realized I wanted us to spend the rest of the day pulling up the carpet. Because he is smart enough to understand my rug cutting as a cry for help.
So we started pulling it up (oh god, please don't judge me for these nasty stains)
We uncovered some lovely green cheap ass carpet padding.We also pulled out the quarter-round and then I went through and did the tack strips and staples, which took forever, but thankfully not as long as it could have. In some areas there were hardly any staples/nails and in others there would be a whole clusterfuck of the buggers.
This is what is left:
It is sticky and tarred and there is crap from where apparently it was once tiled (wtf?!).
So now we need to scrape, sand and varnish.