|Our steps. Even those cute toes and pretty flowers couldn't save them.|
|My hostas try valiantly each year to block the view of the monster.|
It began with a power washer. That alone made my steps and walkway so much nicer that I considered stopping there, but my kids and I had already smashed enough tiles to fill three five-gallon buckets, so there was no stopping. (Note: Children LOVE smashing tiles. You will too- think about whatever is making you cranky and swing that hammer.) This being the first time I have ever power washed anything, can I just say, wow. It's so immediate and satisfying, like yanking out a tall weed or vacuuming after several toddlers eat crackers in your living room.
|Seriously, who knew?! I now want to power wash the whole world.|
After a few days, the pieces were on, and I faced the task of grouting. Grouting is hard. Grouting is necessary. Grouting makes me dread mosaics. If I ever have a project like this to do again, it would make sense to pay a pro to do that part, so that I could spend my time doing something nicer, like getting cavities drilled or pouring lemon juice on paper cuts.
|Why not stop here? It looks pretty good... who needs grout anyway...|
|Frosting my cement cake.|
This is not how the pros do it. I frankly don't know how they do it.
|Aren't the striped tiles the best?|
In the end, I decided to do the steps on the side of our house too.
It should be said- I love them! Artful, imperfect, and fun.