Curtis and I have been shopping for tile non stop without finding anything that fits into the venn diagram between love and afford. We had this vision of dark, almost black herringbone tile in the kitchen. This morning we went to Home Depot and found this tile we both agreed on. It was way different than our original concept, but it was cheap and it was weird; it seemed perfectly our style. We loaded up 700 pounds into the Subaru just as is started to hail (dear mother nature, you are a real jerk). After lugging our tile into our house, I took a wine/friend break for a few hours. When I got home I was fueled by booze to make things happen… and the first step was to remove everything from the semi done kitchen so I could rage tear out the linoleum. At some point I asked Curtis for more beer, and when he left shit got real.
There is something that happens to me when I start doing something labor intensive. It’s a gut reaction that completely takes over and I hulk out. I get really mad, and swear and act like a total nut. I was sweating, and yelling, and seriously tearing the floor up like a crazy person. I had a million splinters, but it was amazing. Curtis got home and I felt like I had been on vacation. Doing hardcore damage is pretty therapeutic… or maybe I am insane.
This is my “I am a badass, and also have so many splinters” face.
We hauled our trash out to the carport and started a dry run on our herringbone pattern. It’s dreamy, and I love it.
I must sleep now.