We love our marble tile floor in our new downstairs bathroom. It’s sleek. Like sleek like a cat. What we don’t like? The thought that if one of them breaks, we might be up a creek. So we’re keeping two extra boxes on hand, just in case one cracks or if for any other reason a tile needs to be replaced in the next 20 years. Because, we don’t kid ourselves, this floor will be will us until we sell our house (cheap) to one of our kids in 50 years. Well, at least that’s what we told our 4-year-old. No Disney for her I guess. But she’ll get a house.
Musings on the Seedier Side
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