Note to self I am in fact not a muscle woman.
This part of the redecorating involves ripping, lifting and embarrassing myself in the parking lot after a trip to Ikea.
My room was successfully painted, it looks nice, i’m ignoring the small imperfections I have created and i’m ready for phase 2.
Ripping up carpet wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. It could have had something to do with my dad and boyfriend ripping it up for me i’m not sure. Yes, the carpet not so much a problem it was more so the staples underneath that became my problem. Anyone who has ever had to pull up staples from the floor of an old house will understand what I mean. My hands were blistered after the hundreds of staples I extracted. I seriously had to question the state of mind the previous carpet installer had been in when he laid the old carpet with a gazillion staples some 30years ago. If he was alive today I probably would have shook him silly and asked him why on earth he did it.
Ok so the carpet was gone. I had chosen some new furniture from Ikea to give my room a new look and ‘simplify’ it. I was going to wait for some help obtaining the new items, but decided to take it upon myself. I’m strong I can do this I told myself. The cabinet in question came in 3 intimidating large boxes which I was determined to move. I cleverly slid the boxes onto the trolley and was quite proud of myself for lifting those heavy things a few inches. This is great I thought as I made my way to my car, I had manoeuvred them safely to the destination. I opened the door and attempted to get them in. I had nearly no grip on them and only managed to lift them slightly, had they gotten heavier? I heaved, I hoed, I eyeballed any fellow shoppers in the hopes they would offer some assistance, alas nothing. I finally got all three boxes in the car and discovered that I couldn’t close the door. After about 10 stressful minutes, I conquered the puzzle and made my way home. I enlisted muscles to get them out of the car for me. My arms were sore for days, apparently I am not the muscle woman I thought I was, but gee I gave it a good effort!
Phase 3 was to get my new carpet laid. A last minute phone call informed me that I could have the carpet laid that very day, in a few hours in fact if I wanted to, did I want to? Of course i’d been waiting for it for a long time there was just that tiny issue of the furniture still being in my room. I had exactly 1 hour by the time I got home from work, once again I heaved, I hoed and I lifted things I didn’t think should be lifted and then balanced them in a way I probably shouldn’t have. My heart was racing as I threw my whole body against my queen sized mattress that was sitting vertical and didn’t want to make it through my doorway and round the corner. It’s funny the things you try when you’re by yourself and needing to get things done. I did some pretty interesting things trying to get everything ready in time and wish it had been filmed as I probably would’ve won some sort of prize.
Mission accomplished. Perhaps I am the muscle woman after all.