The renovations role on ...
After finishing up our bathroom, which still has some minor things that need to be completed before calling it done-done, we caught a bit of a renovation bug (I say “we” but I really mean “me”) and decided to have the floors in our master bath and mudroom re-done. Our house was a flip that a father/son realtor duo purchased from foreclosure and while most things in the house were new like the kitchen and master bath shower and vanity, some things were left, like the main bathroom we just gutted and a lot of the flooring. And it is not good flooring. See ....
This beigey tile with thick brown grout is everywhere our wood floors are not. AND I HATE IT. It is my mission to rid the house of this tile sooner, rather than later.
We have a good friend’s brother that is just starting out in the tile biz who does a great job and gives us a ridiculously cheap price to do so. It doesn’t make sense to not do all the tile now, before he realizes how little he is charging us and starts asking us for more.
So, last weekend, the tile in the bathroom came up and this beautiful marble went down.
And then it was time to pick grout. Ughhhhhh.
My heart wanted white, or platinum gray, which is the lightest gray they make and basically looks white. But I know myself and I know what white does. White. gets. dirty. And I’m not the neatest person and I don’t want to scrub floors. I want them to look nice many years down the road without a ton of maintenance. So we picked the next light gray grout that they make and instead of being so excited that they are done, I’m kind of sad. Because it’s just not white.
It is clearly very gray and looks more like a marble checkerboard. All I can see are the squares instead of the beautiful marble veining and I just don’t know what to do. Am I making too big a deal of it?
We’ve decided the blue walls need to go and I’m praying that helps distract my eye from the floor and that once the vanity and toilet are back in, I will love it. Because I really want to love it and right now I just don’t. And Jay would probably kill me if I even attempted to have it re-grouted. I am apparently very particular about my floors and struggle with getting it right. I worried so much about the guest bath and they ended up perfect.
It’s funny how much I can love home renovations and yet worry, struggle, second guess and hem and haw over every decision I make. I just want to love everything and it’s not so easy to always arrive at that point. It’s weird yall.
