It is only in our decisions that we are important. – Jean Paul Sartre
I’m pretty sure Sartre was talking about tile. And I’m glad to know that he appreciated the gravity of my choice.
I have spent the last two months scouring the world for a tile that was just a little bit more grey, a little less grey, a little bit shinier, just a little bit bigger, just a little less ugly, just seven degrees more appealing, a tiny bit different, almost this one, almost that one, this is nearly what I want…
I have Perfect Idea-OCD. When combined with the endless options online… Voilà… endless irritation, exhaustion, more irritation… Especially when Paul suggests we simply pick one and move on.
The previous tile choice was simple. I knew exactly what I wanted.
2” Polished Carrara Hexagon:
I love it. It’s beautiful, and feels very authentic to the style of the house.
However. Small tile = lots of grout = makes me crazy.
My tendency is to pick things I love, and then hope that no one touches them. Like the white sofa. Which I sold to Paul as being “peaceful.” Then, as he watched me make not one, but two slipcovers for it, he said—yes, very peaceful.
So, even though I love the hex in the first bath, and as tempted as I was to use it for this bath, I reminded myself that this is a bathroom floor. Not an art installation.
I wanted something that I could scrub/sterilize. Not something that needed special care. Minimizing the grout was a huge part of that equation. It also ruled out real marble. Which I adore. But I do not want to be babying stone. I do not want to think about etching or sealing or discoloration. In fact, once this floor is in, I never want to think about it again.
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