Sanding is the worst. I hate it. Dan hates it. Everyone hates it. And fuck every YouTube tutorial that has some smug git with one of those light-grit sanding sponges restoring an ancient bedside table ravaged by years of paint and varnish.
My dad told me to buy a belt sander and I had a sanding head for the multitool already. He also gave me an orbital sander. I now own a lot of sanding equipment. I bought another one of my own volition. That's four electrical sanders. I kept seeing people on home shows using different types of sanders and I thought well I have to try these other sanders. It's not unlike that time I bought three waffle makers, in search for the perfect homemade waffle. Except I, at best, think waffles are okay. I used each one once, and all three are in my parents garage and we occasionally argue about throwing them out.
We hadn't even put down the deposit and I was mentally ripping up the pale pink/brown (it's hard to explain how that was the colour, but it was) carpet. Unfortunately, under the carpet was surprise laminate.
Side note about the laminate. Ripping up laminate is fine, but not so fine when there's a dividing stud wall halfway across the room on top of it. We had to decide whether or not to knock the wall, or cut around it. We cut around it with the multitool, which took hours and was a truly miserable job. My friend Sam offered to help with the DIY fun so I left her doing that.
Under the laminate was a perfectly good wooden floor. That'll be easy to sand. We'll just watch a YouTube tutorial and hire a Jewson industrial sander.
Don't ever sand a floor yourself. Hire someone to do it. It was about a third of the price to do it ourselves, but it's days of exhausting work. The floorboards are ancient and warped, so you have to take a lot of layers of wood off to even start getting at the grime in the lower hollows. The industrial sanders are a nightmare to manoeuvre and the dust collector exploded twice. At the end we had to go over it all with the belt and orbital sanders to get the in betweeny bits.
I personally think it was worth it, but of course Dan actually did it and he still wakes up screaming in the night.
So you can imagine his reaction when I said we were going to rip up the carpet in the back room and sand that floor. And then rip up the carpet on the stairs and sand that. All colour drained from his face and he started shaking and asking what was so wrong with the carpets. A ridiculous question.
Those two are done, and I may write about them separately. But the box room awaits.