Thee, um, the tile that is. You know, so you can get a closer look.
So it's done. And my pants would be totally in absolute flames this time if I were to say I did it by myself.
It went down kinda like this:
(I'm laying down the mortar for the backerboard)
Jeff: "Hey do you want some tips?"
Me: "Yeah I definitely could use all the tips you got."
Jeff: "Why don't I show you the best way to use that trowel?
(minute or two later)
You know, I kinda like doing this. . . "
I'm serious. He said that. Don't deny it, Jeff. And that was all she wrote. My project did become his.
In my defense, they don't make those dang trowels for left-handed people. I'm serious- try it with your left hand. So odd.
Plumber butt. Me or Jeff? A little from column A, a little from column B.
(I did grout it, though; that's where it's at).
But I seriously love.it. (golf clap-- girly squeals)
I opted for a subway tile look. Obviously.
Me and clorox wipes are like this in this room now.
I owe my hubs big.time.
Okay, so! A review shall we?
Bathroom as we moved in.
A lil paint,
some beadboard, new mirror (all while 8 1/2 months pregnant; what crazy lunatic does that?).
The circle is now complete (Darth Vader voice).
Stick a fork in it- this bathroom is finally done.
Now I just need help to get thee ole porcelain pony back in place. Who's with me?