This is a picture of Katherine doing something we don't see much of these days. It rhymes with tiling.Seriously. Katherine has become an expert tiler. See that big butch-looking bucket? It's full of mortar. My girlfriend is such a tough-ass.
This is the newly-tiled floor. The alignment got a little wacky, but "done" is the new black.
These are Katherine's expertly laid wall tiles. Above the blue are the tiles so arduously grouted by me (see my semi-coherent whining HERE). Below are ungrouted tiles. If you are a grout connoisseur, like me, you can infer all kinds of metaphysical information from the grouted vs. ungrouted tile. But I wouldn't expect the uninitiated to understand. Do, however, please pause to appreciate that Katherine mitered the blue accent tile. The accent tile is rounded, and protrudes from the other tile, so the place where it meets at the corner is a little complicated. Katherine, dork that she is, figured out how to miter tile, and I love her for it.
This is another of our adventures. Katherine dutifully tiled right up to the pipe. It was so neat and tidy! She attempted to fit the thingamahooey that controls the water temperature onto the pipe, and was stymied. It didn't fit. Turns out that the plumber had installed a plastic guide so the tiler would know where to stop tiling. The contractor who hung the drywall helpfully removed that weird piece of plastic that looked like it wasn't doing anything and didn't replace it. So I fitted our handy Dremel tool with a ceramic-cutting bit and started cutting. This hole took over an hour, but what was really exciting was the nerve damage from the vibration. Yahoo! I can't feel my hands but the f-ing shower works!
And the moment you've all been waiting for - the finished bathroom. Actually, I'm sure you haven't been waiting for it, but we bloody well have. Voila!
