So I started. My current crazy project is a tile floor in a newly built foyer that enters into a newly built front porch. Past crazy projects have been two ceilings, one faux metal ceiling and another has beams and wood
slats. Two fireplace mantles and scads of furniture refurbishings. I kept the fireplace mantles (fodder for another story down the line) and sold the rest at a yard sale.
Back to the floor tiles. Tiling a home is a little like getting a tattoo, looks great on the wall but once the grout is down or the ink is in the skin...it is fairly permanent. That isn't even taking in the fact that both a fairly expensive. A mistake can be costly. Never put something down that might date your home really quickly or
you will really hate looking at everyday after your divorce. (Not that I wish it on the nice young lady who made the following tile.)
My tastes run to the rather odd anyway, so I have a dilemma...to faux or not to faux? Spend $643.00 to buy tile and do the work myself? Or add about $400.00 more and have a tiler coome in and do the work.
Choose rather sedate and serene or be bold and indulge my predilection for color? Hubby doesn't share my love of skulls and all the macabre,so better steer away from that.
He does share my interest in Old World, travel the globe decor, so I went with the Old World. Hubby also has a penchant for saving money and I am at my happiest when I have a paintbrush in hand, so I started. The project has been as usual, crazy. I am sitting here writing because my knees ache and the dremel tool I am using to create grout lines needs a rest. I also feel that sore back that accompanies all my projects starting to
intensify
.
So you might ask, "Then why do it, Catherine?" My answer would be, "I dunno, cause I can, I guess." That would be the answer I would give you, the real answer is because it makes me feel like I am doing something the average guy won't. It feeds my artist ego, even when swearing I don't have one. It makes me feel like I have a connection with the Bloomsbury bohemians somehow.
So, there it is, for anyone and everyone to read. I am selfish. I take consolation in the fact that I am in good company, many artists are selfish. I, at least, have a full time job and eat regularly. So I accept my failing and faux on.
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