My question is, however, why? Why would anyone want to staple through wood flooring every five inches to lay carpet? Why would someone lay two almost identical layers of laminate flooring on top of beautiful wood? Why? Why?!? I don't get it. I think I paused every few minutes this afternoon and asked that question to myself. I almost cried once, thinking about the ruination of the wood floors under all the laminate and tar paper. Which brings me to today's post...
The Kitchen Floor...dun, dun, dddduuuunnnnn. This is what the floors looked like yesterday morning.
Then, yesterday morning, Joe and some kid he was paying $30 went to the house and scraped off two layers of laminate flooring. Whats funny is the layer under this one is the same pattern, only red brick color. Loved the pattern so much they decided to lay it twice. Ahh. Now here's your home constructions history lesson..old laminate that is layered over wood floors is held there with tar paper (When you say tar paper out loud you have to add a little scream or gasp in the background for effect...trust me, it's necessary.) Apparently, tar paper (gasp/scream, your choice) acts as a protective barrier for water or something stupid like that. This is what the floor looked like after the laminate was scraped off. There's wood under there somewhere.
Now that the laminate is removed it's my turn. I am the one tricked into removing the tar paper (you know what to do here). I come in confidently, I have read several blogs and feel comfortable in the method I have chosen to defeat the evil tar paper. My method? - to steam it up. I read online that chemicals were bad for the wood, and any flammable stuff was out of the question (me and flammable...we don't mix well). Plus, most people said none of that stuff worked anyway. Most suggest that we lay down towels and pour boiling water over them. Then let them sit and work their magic. They sounded confident, they sounded successful, their floors looked amazing...I was on board. So, I boiled my water, I laid out my towels, I poured the water over the towels and I waited.
Well, I'm sure you've figured out by now that all those nice, confident, reassuring, successful bloggers lied to me. They said it would, "come up like butter." Ugh, what a crock. It came up like, well, tar paper. I spent four hours on one tiny, little section of the kitchen and still have tar paper on the floors. It came up, it did, but it came up slowly and painfully. Now remember when I told you that Joe's family made sure things were done well...well, I guess they just wanted to be extra sure that no water would permeate their floor because while most people only lay one layer of tar paper they decided (can you guess?) to lay two layers of tarpaper. So, I'm pretty much going through the steaming towel thing twice. I can let it soak in boiling water, scrape off one layer, then pour on more boiling water. Heres a pic of the little corner I did (remember, I worked on this for four hours).
FOUR HOURS!!
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