I like to think of myself as a “glass half-full” kind of person. And for the majority of this project, I have been positive and upbeat with an attitude of “if we find it we can fix it”. So, I don’t know if I am just worn out from the 6 months of renovation – more like demolition, or if it was just time for me to lose it, but it happened.
And it all started with the schluter. The schluter is a metal finishing strip used on tile surfaces to finish and protect the edge. If a particular tile doesn’t have a matching bullnose, the schluter may be an option. But it is a metal strip. It finishes a little more modern and, in my opinion – now that I have one, not as soft as a bullnose tile. Schluter trim profiles have been popular in Europe for some time, and growing in popularity in the US, but not in my house.
When I selected the large format subway tile it never occurred to me that there would not be a simple bullnose tile to match. The rail tile that did match was pretty pricey so the options were to either spend more money or get the schluter. Well, the schluter may be a common approach but it is not a common practice. At least not with the team I had working on the tile. There were definitely two camps: either pro schluter or completely against it. Some people telling me to use it, it would be fine. And others saying no way, that is not the look you want. That’s when I lost it over a metal strip. It was the first time I cried. And boy did it feel good to get a good cry in! I decided I didn’t want to the be the schluter pioneer and if there were that many different opinions, I would go with a traditional, more expensive route, finished rail tiles.
My second “lose it” moment was today. Again, over the tile. Unfortunately, it was in front of my contractor and the tile installer. I know, there should be no crying in renovation. But soon after, we quickly found a resolution so I am okay with the fact that I had a meltdown. Problem solved and if I had to shed a few tears to help us along, then it’s all good. We went from potentially tearing down all the tile in the guest bath to ordering a few more accent pieces, moving the niche, and replacing tiles to correct a mismatch where the tiles meet in the corner. In the midst of my tears, my contractor reminded me that this was hard, they would fix whatever needed to be fixed, and not to cry – this was the first time I absolutely didn’t like something and given where we are in the project that is a good thing. And the tile guy, well he just teared up right along with me and said he would fix it, he didn’t like to see girls cry.