I don’t have a zero plastic policy in my life but for many things it’s the worst fucking choice no matter which way you look. I’m good with Tupperware, bikinis and plastic soda bottles, but as a flooring, I fucking hate it.
We sadly have a couple rooms with plastic floors and they will require a full renovation which is very expensive, but this little porch with its plastic carpet bullshit is doable.
I got this idea on a whim and because I have undiagnosed ADHD, when I get inspired I immediately jump on to execution mode, even after a long day at work, with zero knowledge or planning. Mistakes will be made because I don’t listen and eventually the man has to come and rescue the project, but things are going to get done and they’ll be done fast. I ain’t got time to let the inspiration go flat.
When I’m a dictator, putting down plastic flooring will be a fineable offence, and glueing it down to make it near impossible to remove will be punishable by death. There will be a government funded program to help people get rid of plastic surfaces and renovate spaces that have been ruined before the start of my reign.
I don’t care what the reasoning is; pets, kids, insulation, saving money, plastic is not the answer when the question is about flooring.
Plastic floors are both a mental and physical risk to health.
We took turns in the 3 square metre porch and it took us almost 5! hours to rip the carpet off. Fucking ridiculous. Underneath was a beautiful and traditional wood floor that was just in need of a new coat of paint. For us it’s not that simple anymore because the excessive glue usage coats every single centimetre of the floor and it’s stuck on there hard.
The man burnt his hand and my fingers hurt for all the work we did to even get to this point. Tomorrow we’ll slather this floor wih thich ass paint remover and get to scraping. It’ll all be worth it in the end.