Hex is one thing and there's no reason not to use it on your shower walls if it's glazed, but unglazed floor tile on the walls in the shower it will be a headache to keep clean. On the floor, there is almost constant water to wash soap, shampoo, conditioner etc down the drain. But all those substances splash on the walls and the walls generally don't get the same water flow over them and those products build up easily. I'd also be concerned about permanent discoloration when they aren't immediately washed away on unglazed tile.

It's been months since we researched it, but I think I remember the American variety warping, but not as much on the European. And maybe even something to do with it being used so commonly over there that they just had better techniques about how it was cut and dried to be used for furniture vs over here where it is often has other uses where that is not as important. Maybe even something with steam. I've posted pictures before in other threads. We really like it, but I can see how it wouldn't be for everyone. I don't think it photographs as well as it looks in person. The camera picks up on things that aren't as visible with the naked eye. I don't think the grain stands out as much in person either.

For three days now, I have been seeing a rather large spider crawling across the top shelf of my computer desk. I haven't tried to catch it to put it outside, because grabbing among all the stuff on the shelf would result in a disaster. It must be difficult to go through life fearful of bugs, spiders, snakes, etc. I don't have that fear, in fact for the most part I find them fascinating, and in the case of spiders, when practical, adopt a live and let live attitude. My mother was the same, as is my sister and my children. But in my husbands family, they all are more fearful. So I am wondering if a persons feelings about such things are inherited or perhaps learned.

It seems to me that Hollywood only makes three movies these days: The movie about running real fast and engaging in physically impossible acrobatics while things blow up all around. The fart joke movie. The dysfunctional relationships movie, which has two variants: pseudo-inspirational and frankly depressing. Of course, these can be combined, as for instance, in the upcoming remake of Murder on the Orient Express which seems to combine Hercule Poirot, superhero, with the most dreary-looking trainload of miserable people you ever saw. So I just don't go. The suggestion to go to an art house is clearly made by people who live in very major metro areas. I live just north of a major metro area, but still about 90% of the movies I might possibly wish to see do not play within 150 miles of where I live. I see about one movie a year in the theater. Unfortunately, I do keep up with what's current when visiting my brother who has every known streaming service. I'm astounded at how fatiguing it is to try to be entertained.