So, guess what?
My backsplash is done, man.
And it was really fast. And yet, it wasn't fast.
That picture you see up there was about the time I needed to pull the oven away from the wall.
And there are no words. (shudder)
But I will try:
Rubbish. Filth. Slime. Muck. ("boo, boo, booooooo").
(randomly placed, slightly blurry child shot.)
Here, stare at my bum for a minute while I talk.
This is my 8th grout project-- and somehow, I keep forgetting just how freaking long it takes to clean up grout mess. It's like having a baby-you forget how painful it is until the next time you do it.
You wipe it clean, and then you wipe again, and again, and again, andagainandagainandagainandagainandagain,
and then again.
I'd also like to mention my ultimate freak out during this project- the shadows at night gave it the illusion that the tiles were going in every direction. Made the hubs keep coming up/down over and over to tell me I was imagining it.
It's how I roll.
Psst: I totally splurged and bought a fancy light switch cover.
Isn't it like, totally, molding-ish cute?
So, smoke a doobie if you've got one, 'cause we are done here.
A before and after?
I'm not taking a picture of my floor. I do have a word for that: