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yea, i tile.

laundry project is going well. last week i prepped the floor with primer in preparation for the self-leveling concrete. other than some annoying lumps of concrete that would not mix into the proper consistency it was pretty easy to do. i did end up with one area that wasn't entirely smooth with regard to the transition, but my dad said it is absolutely good enough to tile on. sweet. photos below of self-leveling work.... 
not a fantastic picture quality, but you get the idea. self leveling compound while it dried

marked middle of room with chalk lines

starting to lay out tile pattern. decided to stagger them... excited! 

first three rows after thinset applied

me! excited to tile... learning how to use the trowel

all tiled and ready for grout in a few days

my dad did all of the tile cuts with the wet saw and i was in charge of the thinset process and spacer placement. we were quite the team.  

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meanwhile, my mom did serious work in the yard with the plants we bought from the local home improvement store. i present before and after landscaping :::

cute, but a whole lot of nothing going on
nothing but leaves and yard debris

the only flowering, live plant that was here when i arrived...  


















after! pretty new rose bush, caladium, and something else i can't recall the name of




It started pouring after we planted the front of the house... so those pictures will be posted after the rain dissipates. IF it will ever dissipate... love Florida summers. Can't wait to grout! 












 

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