After what I can only describe as a hellish moment in my current shower* I cannot tell you how excited I am to relax in a shower with newly installed and grouted walls of this lovely stuff:
The shower floor will be this - mainly because JWH thinks it will feel nice under his toes. He leaves all other decisions to me, so I will give him the groovy toes.
And the bathroom floor will be this, but perhaps a bit darker and definitely with darker grout:
Tomorrow I'll show you the fixtures!
*Picture me, day 2 in the new house (not day 1 since the previous owner took the shower rods with him back to Norway or some such, and I failed to notice that, and therefore could not shower on my first day after unpacking...) standing exhausted in the shower after moving, unpacking, unpacking, unpacking, and then unpacking some more. I stand there, leaning against the wall, just letting it all wash over me. I'm just staring straight ahead, barely awake, not moving. And then I stand straight up and say, out loud, "oh, shit!" A spider? A centipede?
Just under the shower head, there it was.... a spot of...white grout.
Yep. That meant that the wall I was leaning against, in the shower I was sooo enjoying, was not white 4" x 4" tile squares with gray grout. It was white grout that had not been cleaned in millenia. I got the Clorox Cleanup with bleach and if you've ever lived in a sketchy rental apartment you may know this visual is coming...the black just ran down the walls in slimy sheets.
Oh. My. God.