OK, I haven’t wanted to jinx it but I think it’s time to air the latest family triumph.
See, when we moved into the house there were loose tiles in the kitchen and bathroom. No tiles were missing, but some were not adhered to the floor and others just kinda moved around in their spaces.
Now, the blue tile floor in the kitchen is a down-right selling point of the house (apparently). I didn’t actually notice the kitchen floor when we toured the house 3 1/2 years ago. The real estate agent commented on it right away and we’ve received many compliments on it since then. Also, at some point I realized that tile is highly prized over linoleum. I’ve never had anything but linoleum but apparently it “sucks.” Good to know.
In any case, now I have tile, and tile gets loose. Hubby said that was easy to fix. I studiously ignored that for 3 1/2 years, as I do all household fix-it work.
But, about a month ago, Hubby said we should fix the tile that weekend. I said OK. And then we did it. I mean, we took the loose tiles, boiled them until the adhesive came off, sanded the floor, re-applied adhesive, let it dry, grouted it, and did the after-grout sealing thingy. And I did at least 50% of all that. It took about a week all told.
Look! The ones we re-did have the fancy white grout:
A few weeks after that we decided to get a little more adventuresome! We’d move the fridge and stove to get at the loose tiles there, some were starting to come up in front of the appliances. I mean, this was easy, right? We did this ourselves, right? This was no big deal, right?
Oh ladies and gentlemen, tiling is the reason monks invented beer. More to follow…
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