I recently got into discussion with my blog friend Anne. We somehow began discussing expensive mistakes and decisions that we’ve come to regret. I’d mentioned to her my kitchen floor, and was about to tell her the story, but I realized that I should probably write a post about it.
About ten years ago we redid the kitchen in our apartment. We have a very small galley kitchen so colors were important for both practical and esoteric reasons. At the time I was into earth tones and neutrals, and I went with a medium tan cabinets with some gold highlights. I chose a countertop of matte black with gold flecks, and for the floor I went with the color reverse, gold with the black flecks.
My Husband had given me no input at all about choices. He was perfectly fine just sitting back and watching the show.
Until it came to the floor tile.
Upon seeing the floor tile that I had picked out, the conversation went something like this:
Him: It looks like someone threw up on it
Me: It’s a high traffic area and it’s small. The light shines down on it. This tile will never look dirty.
Him: I want a shiny black floor. Big Tiles
Me: You can’t do a shiny black floor in here. Kid, dog, you…it will look dirty all the time. I’m telling you. You will regret this.
Him: You picked out everything else. M (his best friend who was a bachelor and the time and never cooked) has a black floor and it looks really nice and he said everyone has black floors.
Me to myself- OK- that’s a really good reason to pick out a certain flooring…
Me (to him) Fine- I’ll have the contractor bring samples
And so in our kitchen we have big shiny black tiles that my husband picked out.
And my husband absolutely hates the floor because it looks dirty five minutes after the floor has been washed because it shows every speck of dust and the lights look straight down on it.
You know. Like I said.
Honestly, the floor doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it would.
Because every time my Husband comes up with a stupid idea or decision, I just say:
Remember the kitchen floor…
I may have lost the battle of the kitchen floor…
but I won the decision war