mandarine

This mosaic is on the wall next to my bathtub. This time of the year, while floating idly in warm water, I can contemplate the rising sun bringing extra orangeness to the hues. And I am proud. Because I know we made that mosaic. We made it with leftovers from the terracotta tiles once the bathroom floor and bathtub wall had been tiled. It took us two days to complete, deciding on the design, cutting the little dice, sticking them on a fiberglass netting with tile cement, fitting the net on the wall while filling the joints with lime mortar.

The net result is that it cost us two days of fun work (the materials were virtually free) for an endless supply of pride (and compliments when visitors happen to spot it on their way to the bathroom). I do not count the capital gain because I cannot imagine that I will ever sell this house.

This mosaic is already three years old, and to me it has become a symbol of my house and of my life : hard work, lazyness, and pride.

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