Mmmm.... chocolate. Like building the Hansel and Gretel house. The colors havn't acquired any patina, so they don't match too well. I'm hoping it'll look better in a year. Yeah, everything does remind me of food.
The frosting layers in what is the layer cake of my roof deck. Leveling compound, steel mesh, morter, and then tile. The poor guys that have to haul giant 10lb tiles up and down the stairs. I feel their pain. I still feel their pain from working in Mexico this past weekend.
Smoothed out concrete wall. I hope to see my glass mosaic tile here soon. They've been sitting in boxes since November. But at least my bathroom door is no longer in the shower.
Bathtub, right side up once again. The pain. This thing is heavy. If you look closely at the tub, you'll find a hidden Mickey where the water spout will go.
Door to my heart. Or more accurately, door to my junk drawers. I can't believe I'm living here. When all this is done, I'd have built up so much character for my own sitcom with an ensemble cast.
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