This story would be enhanced by photos but I don’t have ones of the early project so the these will suffice for now:
Here’s the first photo – the current basement tile that we are leaving down in the hall and on the stairs. It’s in fine shape and I have no “tile ego” that would draw me to replace it for no reason. The tile in the laundry room, however, was coming up. It’s 12 X 12 feel and stick squares that match the hall – maybe from the 50s? maybe from the 70s? In any case, we had a basement glass block window that was broken when we moved into the house and it had been causing the famous water damage that seems to be such a feature of our home. It ran over the basement tiles on its way to the drain and after some years (NO COMMENT NO COMMENT NO COMMENT on the home care of the previous owners, particularly in the last 3 years they owned it and wanted to sell it) the tiles have started popping up.
Plan 1? Easy! Find some tiles that vaguely match what we already have and replace the bad tiles. So, we do that. About a dozen tiles. Then we decide, in standard Snakelady and hubby fashion, that the floor looks really trashy with replaced tiles. *And* we realize the tiles we’ve already started with have beveled edges and are therefore going to catch cat litter big time and it will be very difficult to get up. Unacceptable. (Watch that justification slide in there) So, we (hubby – with knee protectors) scrapes up the tile for the whole room and we buy new tiles
Scope creep is upon us again. We try to do one “little” thing in the house (or, truth be told, a big thing). and it becomes a behemoth. Next step for us is to lay the new tile. We’ve already bought it and it slid in for $100 for the whole room so I am a very happy camper.


