Yesterday, we went shopping for rocks.
They had some seriously awesome giant rocks that I wanted to take home and make into some kind of….. well, I never got that far since Sunshine wasn’t having it. Party pooper.
More specifically, we went shopping for the stone to finish the fireplace. We went to a fairly large, really well organized stone yard. There were aisles and everything, making this seem like the Walmart of rocks.
We had a specific fireplace design in mind.
They took us to the rocks that were closest to the picture. I didn’t think they were dark enough, but this fireplace is
a monument to Sunshine’s ego Sunshine’s baby, so I kept my mouth (mostly) shut.
In the background, you can see the rocks I liked. The mix with a wide range of really dark to really light colors. In the foreground, you can see some seriously giant slabs of rock that Sunshine wanted to use for the mantel; but he really didn’t want to deal with the logistical headache of getting that fucker in the air to mount it, so he moved on to something more reasonably sized (I think you can actually see them in the middle distance, but I’m not sure).
They weighed the rocks, which was kind of cool to ponder. These rocks are sold by the ton, except when they’re sold by the piece; that started cooking my noodle so I just watched the really cool Toyota forklifts driving down the aisles of this Walmart of rocks.
Even though it looked like a small load, we definitely felt the weight of the rocks as we transported them home. We were grateful that the trailer brakes worked well, because that trailer with those little stacks of rocks is way heavier than it looks.
While I definitely wanted darker rocks for the fireplace, I can say that the ones Sunshine picked will go well with the tan and chocolate on the walls inside our house, so I’m most decidedly not mad at them.
I especially like the dark-ish ones he chose to top the hearth.
I think he and Biff will be starting on the fireplace tomorrow. Today, Biff is coating the bathroom in redguard waterproofing to make it a wet room. We’re going to be picking the tile for all that soon, and we’re going to see if Biff can set tile as well as he says he can. His knees are 11 years younger than Sunshine’s, so we’re hoping his ass can cash the checks his mouth has been writing.
I’ll have another photo dump soon, because things are happening fast (at the moment, anyway). Rude Ass has gotten more lights hung, he’s taken down the lights he previously hung and made decorative ceiling medallions to fully cover the holes the electrical lines pass through, he’s working on the trim around the ceiling…
We’re definitely getting into the fun parts of this build, so I’m hopeful we’ll be in the new house before summer sets in properly. I can’t handle much more temperature extreme (of any persuasion) in this RV.