Bath with original tile from the 60's. |
It took the first two days to simply cut the tile for this bath. This consisted of a tedious process of marking the tile, walking downstairs, through the kitchen, into the garage and outside to the the wet tile saw, which I set up on the deck because it makes such a mess. I was going to set it up in the garage, but on Monday when I started my "project", I went to open the garage door only to find the door opener was broken. Apparently the chain gear shirred off earlier in the morning when Jeff came home from work. This left the two automobiles held captive in the space where I wanted to set up the tile saw. We called the door repair people, they came out later in the day and took care of the problem. By this time though the tile saw had assumed it's working headquarters on the deck and was now filled with water and was too much of a pain to move.
Cutting 13 inch square tiles on a saw which only accommodates 12 inch tiles, meant I had to rotate each tile 180 degrees to complete a full cut. Thus taking twice the amount of time. Then there were the tricky cuts around corners, which resulted in tiles that broke, requiring that tile to be traced and cut a second time. Also there were 2nd and 3rd little cuts on tiles which had to be made because the walls, strangely enough, are not square. Don't forget this process required walking to the saw, through the house, cutting the tile, walking back to the bathroom, finding the tile was still a smidge too big, walking back through the house to the tile saw, cutting the tile, ad nauseum. At the end of my Tuesday afternoon off, I was frustrated at my slow progress. I had finally completed the cutting but still had to set the tile with mortar, allow that to set overnight and then grout. I had to work Wednesday morning and had scheduled haircuts, etc. Wednesday afternoon, eliminating Wednesday as a tile work day.
Tiles are cut and ready to be adhered. |
You can tell Mr. Tibbs wasn't sharing any of my angst. |
Here we are, it now being Friday. I do have to work today, but not until 5 p.m. Plenty of time to get the grouting taken care of. The grout also comes in a powder form, though this time the box of grout powder only weighs about 9 1/2 pounds. Cutting the amount in half still left me with tons left over, but I was petrified I would have to spend yet another 20 minutes mixing more if I ran out.
The grouting was going well, dare I say, enjoyable, until my quads starting complaining because I had been squatting for so long. Is it because I'm over 50 or just out of shape? Then I hit the tricky corner that goes under the bath cabinet. I had to practically stand on my head to work the grout into the lines between the tile under the toe kick. About that time the rubber "float" (who comes up with these names?) parted company with the metal handle that allows it to be easily held and gives it rigidity. Huh.
A dead rubber float. |
I soldiered on sans metal handle. The float didn't work quite as well but it wasn't like I had a spare "float" floating about. I couldn't take the time to run to the hardware store and purchase a new one because my lovely grout would be hard and crumbly by the time I returned.
At last, here I am, mid afternoon, tiling task complete. Now that the doing part is finished, except for resetting the toilet and sealing the grout, I have to admit it turned out okay. Not professional quality, but passable.
It's finished! |
Now, what's next on my list?
D:)
I love your kitties and the floor looks great!
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