Sunday, April 25, 2010
Measure twice cut once.
I am the kind of person who needed to marry a person who holds this as a truth.
I am the person who just jumps into a project feet first hurling end over end until I am a tumble of hands, feet, arms and legs.
I come from a family whose father knew better then to tackle something you did not know, he wisely called a plumber, electrician, builder and stuck with what he knew, words, he was a newspaper man.
I married into the do it family.
Mark and his father could do plumbing, electricity, wood working and they repaired and built things.
This was all such a mystery to me.
The how and why had not formed into my brain masses.
Now my mother and grandmother did teach me to sew, in that day you had to learn to sew,
But- I hated it. It meant being inside while my brothers were outside... I would much rather have been out in the sun then sitting at a sewing machine.
Now where is this all going you must be thinking by now..
Well, we spent two days pouring over the wet draft for the tile mural.
Mark trying his best to make me understand the wet to dry and grout lines.
I have made some tiles that work together, but- BUT- I have never had to work within certain measurements.
So- I was leaving that thinking up to Mark.
Silly me- I was pretended that I would not need to clutter my mind with figures. (math is hard-Barbie)
Wrong! Wrong, wrong, wrong.
I got up early one morning and took out Posy's tile book and read.
I read and did figures.
Then Mark woke up and I apologized to him for being a ninny.
A long three mile walk and we were ready to form a better plan
We have taken corner one of the mural and cut the tiles.
They are drying slowing and I am heading out there to lay out the design.
I have a better understanding of how this should work.
And, you should know, my mother was a Math teacher- so as I was punching numbers I thought- yes Mom you do need and use Math in your daily life forever.