Wallpaper Hate

Let me really share the wallpaper drama with you. People, wallpaper is awful. As is I-hate-the-inventor-of-wallpaper awful. It is messy and ugly to put up. It is ugly on the wall. It is messy and ugly to take down. I cannot stand wallpaper. Really, I cannot.

Let me give you a brief sample of my fight with this paper. We shall be looking at the master bedroom. The one with the ducks. Now, on the previous walls, the paper came off after being drenched in water, and some scraping. It was not pleasant, very messy. But it did come off with little wall issues. The walls required minor repair, washing of the glue, and ready to paint. However the ducks put up a heck of a fight.

They were bound and determined to live forever. Practically impossible to get off. And the paper underneath? Forget about it.  So time to call in the big guns.

A wallpaper steamer. So, out come this glorious product from the box, it gets filled, and then takes 15-18 minutes to begin steaming. Or 25. You know, same difference. So you step away and look for your Diet Coke, only to take a swig and discover it tastes like sheet rock dust. Everything tastes like sheet rock dust. You stomp around and look for your drill to begin taking off outlet covers. You discover your husband has drained the battery and not plugged it back in. So you go looking for something else to drink, and have to settle for water. Even thought it is late.

Finally the machine begins spewing steam and boiling water. You pick it up and promptly scald your hand as the boiling water runs down your arm. You speak some foul words, climb up on the death ladder, and begin steaming.

It steams and bubbles, and off comes the wallpaper. 

And the sheet rock paper. That makes me sad. And it makes me say bad words. And the entire wall looks like this. Nice.

It can be repaired. But seriously, I hate wallpaper. And I will probably always hate wallpaper.