Since we had already made all the cuts, we figured that mortaring them into place would probably go smoothly. Even so, we were a little nervous because once you mix up the mortar, the clock starts ticking! You only have so long to work with it before everything hardens.
The time pressure leads to some interesting time-saving shortcuts. For example, we invented an entirely new unit of measurement! I give you... the Applejuice. As in, mixing one bucket of mortar (about half a bag) needs 1.5 Applejuices of water.
|Also, 1/2 Applejuice = 1 Nalgene.|
We are clearly geniuses.
While the mortar mixed, we had to pick up all the tiles that were laid out on the floor dry, and stack them in such a way that we'd be able to put the same piece back in the same place later. Luckily, I'm a librarian and this is my superpower.
Then it was time to spread mortar and set tile!
I could tell it was all going well when my husband literally started to make sexy moaning noises at the floor. "Oh yeah baby... that's right. Right there. Come on, right there. Oooooh, YES!" All I can say is that I hope I'm as satisfying as a well-placed floor tile. Isn't that what all good marriages aspire to?
|I admit, it's a pretty sexy sight!|
But we overcame the little obstacles and frustrations that popped up along the way, and finished up with a floor we're proud of.
|Nothing is sexier than a finished project!|
|We lead such thrilling lives.|