Dave made a dash for Lowe's while I drew chalk lines on the floor and moved heavy tiles from one corner to the other until I was thoroughly bored. It wasn't long before curiosity got the best of me and I ran outside to start mixing mortar. Oh what fun mortar is! Now.. If you've never mixed mortar before -- it's no big deal, right? It's just like mixing cake batter!! Er.. but you know when I mix cake batter I am too impatient to slowly blend ingredients together and end up dumping it all in the bowl and once and mixing. Then of course I have to spend an hour and a half smashing all the little lumps up with the back of my spoon.....
Did I mention that I made a cake yesterday too? Yeah. It fell into tiny pieces when I tried to frost it - so I ended up putting the whole mess in a big bowl and we ate it with a spoon.
Ahem. So I knew that I should slowly blend the mortar mix with water to avoid lumps.. and I tried.. I mean really tried. Or at least I intended to try. But trying to slowly pour fifty pounds of mortar into a bucket while stirring the water with your other hand is a bit difficult. I think that's why the 'installation tips' say it's helpful to have a couple of people around.... It took about 15 seconds for me to accidentally drop the contents of the entire bag of mortar mix into the bucket. When Dave got home I was still mashing the lumps out of the mortar.
Now I should also mention that the bag said I would have four hours to use this bucket of mortar before it dried out on me. At the time, that sounded like a really long time.
Dave had to set up the saw and figure out how to use it and I still had to get those infernal lumps out of my mortar... So that when I dumped the first glob of mortar on the floor the clock had already ticked away a good three hours of my four hour time limit. I wasted at least another thirty minutes staring at my glob of mortar on the floor and thinking to myself 'What the heck am I doing? I haven't the slightest clue what I'm supposed to do with this gook... ' Needless to say - I didn't get to use that entire batch of mortar -- and a good thing too since the next batch was much better without so many lumps.
By 2 am I felt like a pro. I was making all sorts of great globbing and scraping noises with the trowel... I mean if I had just been listening a room away or so I would have guessed that whoever was making all that noise knew what they were doing. I don't think my skill level had improved at all over those few hours of laying tile -- I think I was just too tired to care anymore... But - hey - that works, too.
We used up our mixed mortar before passing out -- but had to finish laying tile this morning. Somewhere along the line we gained enough confidence to actually chip out a couple of tiles we didn't like and replace them... There was one tile in particular that had a variation on the rustic animal print -- there were two impressions from the bottom of a glass bottle on the face of the tile. Now - this particular tile was not even close to square and - as we found out AFTER mortaring it in place - was substantially smaller than the other 90 tiles. For future reference - a saltillo tile imprinted with beer bottles is a good indication that less than superior craftsmanship went into that particular tile.

until you're trying to lay a few of them in a relatively straight line.
To be continued....
1 comment:
Forgive the five million hits to your site...I just can't wait to see what else you get done this weekend. I'm in awe of how well things seem to be progressing and every picture you post brings a smile to my face. Not just because I'm a freak and love seeing how people manage things like tiling and ordering dishwashers, but because I love knowing you are forging ahead and not becoming lost in the quagmire that I'm sure is sucking down so many other Katrina survivors.
Hugs,
Swapna
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