Wife, writer, tinkerer, grower of food. I'm happiest outside our rambling farmhouse with a basket looped on my arm, picking dinner from the garden. That's joy right there. Please follow along; I'm so glad you're here!
This is the part where it starts to get good. Those straight lines, those perfect gaps. That wire on the wall where the switch to control the radiant floor heating is going to go.
Oddly, the marble is not the most photogenic stuff, but I think this one comes close to doing it justice. We came pretty close to running out-- the darn things kept breaking as they were cut, and the stuff being clearance, we couldn't just run back and get more. We ended up having three tiles left over. Three. Whew.
I have to leave off with this picture of Pete wrestling his catnip container. He'll actually chase it around (it rolls), ambush it, knock it over and start trying to pry the lid off with his teeth. He's the best comic relief ever.