"Adventure"?! you wonder...Well, there was blood, and a sudden understanding of the concept of a 'ceramic knife'. A couple of band-aids later, I'm back to happily grouting, tapping, wiping, grout working itself up my arms and onto the kitchen floor. Then I run short of grout. No big deal, right? WRONG! The next batch of grout is fancy (a.k.a. expensive), pre-mixed and determined to only stick to my hands, NOT the table. To add insult to annoyance, it looks like cracked gypsum, not hardened beach sand - which is so perfect around my little glass lobsters.
I spent hours running after more of the cheap kind and will start my rescue/salvage mission tomorrow. For now I'll play a bit with metal...
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