Isn’t it just lovely? That’s the carpet which is in one of the intermediate layers upon our floor. Beneath it, throughout the kitchen area at least, is a layer of black foam rubber, and then a layer of linoleum. We haven’t breached the linoleum yet. Atop this lovely carpet is another layer of carpet.
We figure that this carpet was put down in, oh, about 1977. So, for the past 30 years this carpet’s been hiding out, and keeping its dark layer of foam hidden from the light of day, allowing it to thoroughly bond to its linoleum friend. It’s particularly disgusting, because after 30 years, foam rubber? Oh, no. It’s just spongy muck at that point. Bleh.
What’s particularly terrifying to me is the coloring of this carpet. T says she’d like to frame this piece, as it’s in such good shape. I’m just afraid of the radioactive isotopes involved in manufacturing the dyes. I mean, just how can it have stayed so brightly colored? I’m certain that there had to have been now-extinct species hunted down for their exotic parts, just so this carpet could retain its hideousness for all time.
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wow, that carpet is so, so, vintage…great colour combination and 70’ish design. I think I saw Kate Moss modeling a dress like that …
And did it look any better wrapped ’round her twiggy-stick-thinesque-ness?!
It seems like putting it in a garment might make it more… eye crossingly mobile…
Incidentally, I think the carpet is beautiful. At least, it was fun to play on when I was four…
Wow, that is freaking amazing. Reminds me of when we took off one of our kitchen light sockets in order to paint the walls, and found a scrap of what must have been original 1970s wallpaper in fabulous green and orange (to match the still-extant green tile). I believe we kept the scrap, though I have to admit I don’t know where it is right now.
What’s sad is that this piece seems to have remained right where I took its picture: in front of the sliding-glass door to the deck. So, there it sits, pretending to be an actual rug. Frightening.