I’ve always thought that carpet floors are only for the rich. I remember visiting homes with their velvet soft, warm carpets and airconditioned rooms that I thought I could lie down on and have a deep dreamless sleep. Oh, how their feet were probably so relaxed, threading on cloudlike softness all the time.
But now that we have carpet floors, I now understand why this style of flooring is for the rich in the Philippines (but it really isn’t here in the US).
Carpets are a pain in the ass to maintain. Carpets are a bane to my housewifely existence.
Carpets are a composed of a gazillion black holes weaved together. They suck in every little thing that touches its greedy fiber tentacles: grains of fallen rice, strands of hair, dust, insects of all sorts ( a special shout out to them rolly pollies that invade during the hot summer months), crumbs from crispy fried chicken skin, threads from hole mending or embroidery or quilting projects, bits of grape stems, orange seeds, earring backs, staple wires and more.
You will never see the extent of dirty unless you press your nose up against the fiber tentacles, squinting to see deep into the weave of teeny blackholes. And unlike concrete, bamboo slats, tile or wood, where a broom is all you need to sweep up the dirt, with carpet, you need a pretty damn good vacuum cleaner and have the energy to vacuum every single day. You do have to move around some furniture to do a decent vacuuming job.
Who does that? I seriously don’t have the time to do that.
And apart from the filth, there is the possibility of stains. Carpet stains will not disappear with a swipe of a mop or wet cloth. I wish it were as easy as that, but cleaning carpet stains involve powerful cleaning agents, getting down on your knees, crouching, lots of scrubbing and a good blast from your handy dandy hair dryer, which, by the way, does not guarantee the return to the carpet’s untainted beauty.
Talking about drying, carpets are just disgusting when wet. Ugh. Can you imagine the kulob? For non-Filipinos, “kulob” is the word you use to describe any wet items, mostly made of cloth, that were not dried properly in contained spaces void of any sunlight. Okay, basically, it describes the smell of wet dirty sneakers that’s been sitting in the closet for days.
And wet carpets are inevitable during the winter months, especially for places with loads of snow. Fortunately here, snow is not as abundant as in the Northern states, but still. Imagine all those establishments like restaurants that get their fair share of soggy boot foot traffic during the winter months. As if you can air out the carpet while trying to keep cozy and warm inside.
Also, wet carpets are doomed to happen with bathroom or kitchen sink leaks and with stupid neighbors who keep their faucets open causing a great leak down into your ceiling and carpet floor. What was up, eventually had to come down. This happened to us a few months back. Upstairs neighbor’s mess leaked into our carpet floored closet.
Yuck is all I could say.
But what do you do? I sigh and just deal with it every damn day.
I pick up the dirt every chance I get. I notice them when I am lying on my stomach on the yoga mat or when I pick up something off the floor. I vacuum. Sadly, once a month is the best I can do. And we keep our shoes off the carpets as much as possible, which I have noticed is an Asian thing. Is it?
Anyways, carpets are here to stay…until a day that we move to a place without it. Hopefully. Maybe.