Now If It Would Just Paint Itself

Last time we left the basement renovation, we had taken down the walls and found some unfortunate poles.  Well we have had some busy weekends since then.

First up the electrical.  Which involved the fun of putting more holes in the wall.  And ceiling.  And framing out the firepace to camouflage those weirdly placed poles. 

And making a wall for the workout closet since we got rid of it’s own room.

Then the drywallers spent a week with us working their magic.  We have learned that drywall is an artform that we have not mastered and hiring someone to handle it all was money well spent.  Very well spent.

And then the two pallets of tile had to be carried downstairs.  Did I mention it was heavy?  At least that is what was reported to me.

And after a weekend of fun with all that tile we are now looking like this…

Love.this.tile.

It is a little hard to tell from the photos but it is a charcoal quarzite.  We did figure out a reason why it was on closeout.  Those tiles were all different thicknesses.  Even in the same tile one side was thicker than the other.  Which posed some challenges for installing it.  Or so I am told.  I just provided the beer.

In a perfect world we would have painted first so splattering all over the cement floor would not have been a big deal.  But we were lucky enough to have family come into town to help Derek with this undertaking. We took them when they could come in figuring that dealing with some drop clothes was better than having a cement floor and tile in the garage indefinitely.

Anyone feel like painting this weekend?  I am a pro at bringing down beer.