As teens we would always gain at one person's home or someone else to hang out and plan out weekend adventures. We would watch a wee Tv and maybe order a pizza. In my home the living room was where the Tv was and we had a set of folding snack tables where everyone could sit on the couch or in a chair and have their munchies right in front of them.
Our living room had a dark avocado sculptured pile carpeting that, no matter what was spilled on it, it would not show. It went well with my mother's white and gold French provincial furniture and our lifestyle.
My one friend, who lived in a contemporary bi-level in the new development, was restricted to the small family room inside the sliding glass doors from the back. His living room, on the next level, was off limits to whatever but the cleaning lady. It was like a future museum where the style of 60s customary furniture would be preserved for the viewing pleasure of generations to follow. The gold upholstered furniture with fruitwood trim sat proudly upon a thick, off white, plush carpeting with pile so deep it would reach my second knuckle, if I were allowed to touch it. His mum had really trained the cleaning lady to walk beside the vacuum cleaner, rather than behind it, so she would run over her footprints leaving a perfect diagonal pattern in the pile that reminded me of a baseball outfield before the game started. The purpose here, I was convinced, was to tell if whatever walked on it. So of course, right before we left and my friend was not looking, one of us would run onto and off of the carpet. He used to get so mad because his mum would blame him. Kids can be so mean.
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My third friend lived in a garden apartment which his parents proudly decorated in that Spanish Revival style that was so beloved at the time, for reasons I still do not understand. They had a gold shag carpeting with a brown velour couch that had twisted dark wood arms. There was a dark wood and wrought iron coffee table and a swag fixture with an amber globe within a black iron cage. The carpeting would capture everything that landed on it like a giant sea urchin. No matter how many times you vacuumed it, matter was still held captive firmly in its tentacles.
So here we have three lifestyle choices when it came to buying carpet. One of which, I am proud to say, was the right choice my parents made. The second would not have mattered because it was all for show and never used. The third was a terrible choice as the family was living basically in one room for all activities and they chose a high maintenance stock that did not clean up well. That was probably due to the low quadrate foot cost and trendiness.
Selecting the right carpeting is a very foremost decision as it is a long term venture that will never bring a return other than its purpose. So realizing this you must think the following:
How long will it last? This depends on the ability of the stock and its credit for durability. Also how it is maintained. Hiring the best carpeting professional for cleaning and protecting it is paramount.
Can I live with the color and style for a long time, even if I turn the other décor? I once bought a house with red carpeting. It clashed with everything and had to be removed even though it was in perfect condition. Had it been neutral it would have stayed.
Does the type and ability match the intended use of the room? A Berber is a lovely and tough carpeting with its twisted shallow pile favorable for high foot traffic but not where pets can pull loops up and cause damage. A plush works well in areas that are seldom used as it shows footprints. There are also plain or pattern issues. Confident patterns hide stains very well like interwoven shades of the coordinated hues.
Don't make this decision alone.
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