This last room took more effort than all the other rooms before it combined. Like so many things in life, it was more work than what I had originally anticipated. And like so many things in life, it made me curse and cry and act like an absolute terror. Totally did me in. So let's recount the horror, shall we?
We started with this:
|Ah, nasty carpet, dingy walls, and lovely wallpaper.|
|First things first! Carpet came up! **Who puts carpet in their dining room? Bad idea.**|
|New flooring! This was the experience during which we vowed we will never lay linoleum flooring again. Ever. It was such a mess to work with. It was rolled the wrong way and we ended up ripping it. It is bulky and messy and just, no. Never again.|
|Ah, but look how nice it looked when it was finally down. Looking better, but my hatred for this room had already started to fester.|
|We moved the furniture in and took a break. And I remember thinking to myself, "There's not that much more work left to do in here."|
Naive. That's the word you're thinking right now. Naive.
|Because this. Wallpaper with more sheer will than a marine. It clung to the wall until the end, and even then, some of the drywall died with it. At this point, I hated the dining room passionately.|
It was at this point that I spent WEEKS removing wallpaper and wallpaper paste residue from the wall. Then I had to putty all the damage. And prime it. And sand it. And repeat.
Now all I have to do is get some pictures up on the walls. And turn a blind eye to the many, many imperfections.