I may have mentioned the carpet in my mother’s house in previous blogs (too lazy to go back and check) but after vacuuming it this morning, I decided it is currently my least favo(u)rite thing.
It came with the house; thankfully my parents replaced it in the upstairs bedrooms and bathroom. Underneath is plywood; not some gorgeous hardwood floor. If I had the money, I would rip it up and replace it with laminate flooring.
I’ve always called it “whore house red” and am convinced it was left over from a reno of a brothel. A friend maintains it was supposed to have adorned the floors of a funeral parlo(u)r: you can decide for yourself.
After almost 20 years (of my parents’ ownership: know the carpet goes back to the original owners), it has only worn slightly in high traffic spots. This rug would survive the nuclear holocaust (along with the cockroaches who don’t reside here yet, I should add) .
Vacuuming it was always a royal pain: the carpet attracts dirt (a disturbing photo of that to follow), and this was, one winter visit ago, the only half-decent vacuum available (I didn’t photo the other rejects down in the basement).
Note the duct tape: there always was a roll of duct tape in the house even before Red Green made it famous.
I bought a bright red, light weight, whip around the upstairs, maybe mom could even use it vacuum. Mom never used it, but I sure did. Poor thing probably needs a new filter basket. The next pictures are not for the weak of heart or stomach. And yes, dust mites were harmed in the making of these pictures.
So the red carpet remains one of my least favo(u)rite things. Oh, to win the lottery and be able to have a “laying laminate floor” party.