Well, okay, so last week wasn’t my week for making progress on the actual tiling portion of the upstairs bathroom. The first time I wrote that sentence I said “last week wasn’t my week for making progress.” Period. And then I was like, well wait an everloving minute… you know what I did last weekend? I spent a couple of hours shoveling all kinds of shit out of the donkey stall in the barn…
Nugs helped, as usual. (Also, don’t ask wtf that thing on my head is. My hair was stuck in some kind of rats nest on top of my head and none of my hats would fit over it, and I needed something to keep my ears warm. Turns out, I own a fuzzy leopard print head-warmer thing… this was actually news to me, but it was good news because that thing is warm. Scared the shit out of the donkeys when I walked in the barn though.)
Then I went to the gym and lifted some heavy things…
(Without the leopard head-warmer thing, obv.)
I also took a nap instead of getting started on the bathroom tile, and then I spent some time writing about taking naps instead of getting started on the bathroom tile.
So, you know last Sunday I had a lot of motivation to actually start working on the tile. I did. I prepped the surround and everything…
And then I realized the crappy little tile saw that had been with me through ten years, three houses, and two live-in boyfriends was nowhere to be found. Nowhere. I spent well over an hour searching the barns, garage, workshop, both of the bedrooms in this house dedicated to tools, and every other place I store shit (which is basically, uh, everywhere.)
I’ve been talking about of getting rid of that damn thing for at least five of those years, but I don’t remember actually getting rid of it. I’m not beyond “accidentally” leaving one of my tools when I move to give myself and excuse to buy a new one, okay? I’m human. But I don’t think I really did that. And I’m probably the only girl who has to her ex-boyfriends years after breaking up to see if they’ve seen my tools anywhere.
So, fine, I bought a new saw.
I didn’t even research new saws, I just picked the only one Lowe’s carried that had a sliding tray and cost less than $500.
Then I came home and took another nap.
Seriously. I don’t know whatthefuck is going on with the naps, but twice last week I woke up in the morning with a bloody nose, and I have to get one of my wisdom teeth pulled out on Wednesday, so I’m just assuming my whole body is basically giving me the finger.
Here’s the punchline: I got zero tiles on the wall last week.
And, like I said, I’m tempted to call that a complete waste of a weekend, because sometimes I forget that it’s perfectly fine if, at the end of a weekend, I a.) am still living, b.) kept all the animals on the farm alive, and c.) bought new tools. Okay. I might have also d.) had a few glasses of wine out on the picnic table…
It was over 30-degrees out though, which is basically t-shirt weather up here these days.
So, okay, I just gave myself a good 500 words of grace on last weekends progress, but fast-forward a week and HERE.
Tiles on the effing wall.
Not a ton of tiles, but still. Progress.
I’ve got the tile saw set up in the future master bath.
She actually makes a really pretty cut.
I’m happy with the purchase so far, but I haven’t really put it through its paces yet. (It’s this one, if you’re wondering.)
I also made some decisions on the floor tile. I really wanted a herringbone slate pattern, but I couldn’t find rectangular slate anywhere. I finally stopped by one of my favorite tile shops (like a mile down the road from the Memorial House… it’s where I got the awesome tile for this bathroom) and decided I wasn’t walking out without ordering floor tile.
I had a minute where I almost went this direction…
I love it, but it seemed like it would be too busy in that room.
I finally decided on a slate-like porcelain tile in 6×36. It’s larger than I was hoping for (4×24 would have been perfect) so I’ve been playing around with the placement for the last few days.
The point at which I thought there might not be enough beer in the entire state to make this tile work in here…
I’m 98% sure I’m going to run the herringbone this way. But I’ve been known to make snap decisions before… we’ll see when it comes time to put it down.
So that, my friends, is what tile progress looks around here. And naps. It’s a little what naps looks like too.
I do have a guide on building out and waterproofing a bath surround (and that damned electrical guide) started, and I may just get a chance to finish one when I’m drugged up and lamenting the loss of some of my wisdom (teeth) this week.) It’ll be totally coherent, I swear.