When you look at the stairs you will see, in your peripheral vision, the dining room to the left and the formal living room (which is actually our play room, I never understood two living rooms....) to the right. Both are the only carpeted rooms in the entire house, both are carpeted in bright navy blue(yeah). Here is where the stairs come in, they were also carpeted, also in blue, but a different blue altogether... Imagine the strangeness. This OCDish girl just couldn't take the blue discrepancy.
So, one day, before my husband was actually ready to undertake the staircase (which is important because he was upset with me), I started ripping off carpet. I just couldn't take it, I had to do something. I wasn't thinking through the strips of nails underneath, the fact that all our bedrooms were upstairs so we could not elect to stay downstairs, or our lack of up-to-date tetanus shots.
I ripped off about five stairs, spending plenty of time making sure I got ever nail and staple that could have harmed someone or get in the way of my sanding. On the fifth stair I left one nail strip because I figured not one would possibly hit a strip of nails where no one's foot ever actually goes. Wrong. My 6 year old ripped open his heal on it. And, yes, he is the one without up-to-date shots....but he's fine. Really. The profuse sweating and rash are completely normal......
Two weeks later my husband finally couldn't take it anymore, so he finished ripping off the carpet for me, bless his heart. Now I no longer had an excuse, it was time.
Two weeks later I decided to sand and start painting the dang things. They were just SO ugly, and they were the first thing you see in our home. So I got to it and I discovered I really like sanding. It feeds my need for clean and smooth lines.
And then I painted I them -white. It was atrocious. As my neighbor described it, it was blinding and too white. Crap. Now I had to think of a paint color that wouldn't look awful with the bright navy blue carpet that would go away one day, but not one day soon.
I should mention that I am not a DIYer. I am not good at this stuff. I am too anal, too OCD. I want things perfect so it is hard to be free and artsy and see the promise in things. Which leads to the fact that I painted the stairs...
I know, sexy.
But I love them. So much I want to sleep on them. Except that once I was done (SOOOO much later...) I realized how bad the trim was that it was against. Of course, this will be my next job. I should be done sometime in December.
Now I'm dealing with all the stuff that Pinterest doesn't show you, the household chores you ignore while you work on those DIY projects. My laundry is piled a mile high and there is no food in my cabinet.
Sadie asked me when I would be done with the stairs. I just smiled sadly and said "honey, I'll still be painting things when you go to college."