But look how happy and oblivious I am as I put up hardibacker.
I believe this is the moment I discovered the piece I had been sawing away on for 20 minutes jussssst barely DIDN'T fit.
And my conditioner.
And my body wash.
And my loofah.
And my face wash.
And my shaving cream.
Welcome to married life Jerod! :)
And yes, I wore those same clothes on multiple occasions.
Anyways, once it was dried we could move on to grouting. Turns out grouting is way harder than tiling because that stuff dries so fast! And we picked teeny tiny mosaic tiles that needed grout between each and every one. Pretty soon Jerod and I devised a system to mix it, put it on, scrape it off and have the other person wiping off the excess. And we busted out some wine in classy red solo cups.
I'll be honest here, I am HORRIBLE at mudding. I usually do one pass, sand a little and call it good. I always regret my shotty job later when the paint goes on but I can never seem to remember that when I am mudding again.
This is why the world needs Jerods and Dustins. These guys mudded and sanded numerous days after work.
I'm grateful for the perfectionism God gave them every time I have to conjure up all the little bits of perfectionism in my Type B personality to tile or mud.
Mudding and sanding- done!
Lights installed- done!
You'd think we would have been ecstatic but there were still looming tasks ahead of us.
Like figuring out how could we create more storage space with a pedestal sink and tiling the floor and putting in the trim and put the appliances back in and buying a mirror.
It all seemed never ending until one day on a decorating blog I discovered the answer to all of our problems.....
Well, thats all for now. ;)