These are big rugs. Huge. About 14 feet by 10 feet. We had two rugs of that size in the living room and dining room that were getting pretty worn out (they're over a hundred years old--you'd be worn out, too). So one of the new (except they're actually pretty old . . .) rugs was going into the living room, the living room rug was going into the dining room, the dining room rug was going upstairs to the master bedroom. It's like musical rugs! Except not fun. That's three rooms of furniture to be moved, three floors to be cleaned, three heavy goddamn rugs to be hauled around and put in position. That's why we've been putting it off. But yesterday, the MiL and I sucked it up and did it.
The MiL only remembers the floor under the rug in the dining room being cleaned once in all the time she's lived here. That was twenty years ago. You can imagine the fun awaiting us when we rolled that rug up. It was also apparent once the rug was up that someone had re-finished the wood floor in the dining room at some point. But they had only done the floor AROUND THE RUG. What kind of thought process leads to THAT? A stupid one.
Seriously . . .
Do you see that black circle in the floor at the bottom of the photo? That's a plug. For the bell. That was used to summon the servants into the dining room. My mind is regularly blown by this kind of evidence of Blackrock's past.
I wish we still had a servant. Then the servant could have lifted the ridiculously heavy mahogany dining room table. The servant could have rolled up and dragged the rugs around. The servant could have swept, vacuumed, and mopped the floors. The servant could have arranged the rug pads, centered the rugs, and put all the furniture back.
Sadly, the MiL and I are the only servants around here, so we did all that. In the end, we got the rugs in the living room and dining room (Duchess's rug looks great in the living room, Mom*). We still have to get the former dining room rug upstairs and put down in the master bedroom and the other one of my grandmother's rugs into the parlor. But that's for another day. Maybe by then we'll have a servant.
* Duchess is my grandmother. She is not a Grandma, a Nana, or a Granny. She is a Duchess. You'd understand if you'd ever met her.