When we bought the house, there was a pink room. Its conversion was challenging to say the least. The textured ceiling, pink wallpaper, and blue carpet had to go.* I don't really know, but my guess is that this layer of wallpaper (yes, there were multiples) went up sometime in the 80s or maybe even the early 90s. I remember making wallpaper angels with similar stock in 10th grade. Also, as a side note, carpet freaks me out a little. It can look clean but actually be ridden with dirt and dust.
Removing the wallpaper was a whole week endeavor. Thank you Mom! Removing the carpet wasn't too bad. Removing the plywood below the carpet was not quite so easy. Hiring someone else to do the work of repairing and refinishing the original flooring was simple.
Smoothing out the walls and ceiling was pretty damn awful. ...torturous. For me, there was no joy of D.I.Y. in this particular piece of the transformation.
Picking a paint color was fun.
Painting was rewarding.
* The conversion was completed just in time for a housemate to join us. J. and I were finishing up the last coat of paint as D. started moving in. He has lived with us (and the two cats, and three chickens) for a year now. Happy anniversary D.!
Labels: Restoration, Ta-Da
