I thought I would try to mimic the floor tile which is broken.
So this involved buying perfectly lovely tiles, bringing them home, wrapping them in a towel and hitting them with a hammer.
|The kitchen / den floor|
Once the tiles were in the mastic I wiped off the numbers.
|May be time for a new mixer...|
So I was pretty happy with the way this turned out. Projects that are permanent make me nervous. I'd much rather paint something or rearrange books.
The one other little detail that needed finishing was the hanging of a musket over the back door. (Thanks, Farmer Fred!)
You never can tell when Pa might need to grab it and run outside to shoot a wolf...or a Yankee.