The wife is out of town and the kids spent last night at
gramma and grampa’s, so to stave off the quiet of a baseball-less evening I
spent last night putting some tile on the fireplace.
I liked that there was still light when I started on this. |
Okay, I can imagine this looking okay. |
With some grid lines down I stuck some tiles on as a test and went
upstairs to get a drink, only to hear a crashing sound while I was pouring
something brown. Ooops. I had been using a grout float to put the tiles on
firmly but that didn’t seem to be doing the trick. But a few dabs of additional
glue, along with some thumb tacks to make sure they maintained surface
connection, and they seem to be staying on the wall fine. I have read that this
can degrade the adhesive already on, but some thumbtacks holding tiles in place
after gluing seems to be giving it enough surface contact to form a strong
enough bond. Fingers crossed.
The point of no return. |
Using larger tiles meant it was time to start cutting to fit
remaining spaces pretty quickly, but it turned out that wasn’t so bad. These
tiles scored and broke clean and easy! There was a lot of cutting though, and
pretty soon I was starting to wonder if I shouldn’t have gone with more of an
asymmetrical pattern. I did say “get some tile on the fireplace” though, so I
wasn’t planning on finishing it in one night.
Not finished but completely covered. |
Planning or not though, that’s what happened. Maybe it was
my delicious dinner (more on that later), or maybe it was the beers that kept finding their way downstairs, but once I got down to the bottom half I
wasn’t stopping before everything was tiled. I don’t think the drinking hurt my
spacing; all in all I don’t think it looks half bad.
Unfortunately that means now I have to grout. I hate grout.
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