Working on the kitchen mini facelift. We've buckled down and decided to replace our once lovely white 80's tiletops. I'm sure they were very vibrant in their day. Shiny, new and all those other top of the line adjectives.
I was really only going to just "stop in" to the shop for a quick idea of rock education (granite, marble, cesarstone..etc), and I assured the gentleman that it'd be a few months as I was only doing the research. Well, crap!! I guess I got a bit overzealous and the following day(s), we'd find ourselves in heaven (local stone yards)!! While I've always enjoyed rockhunting (dad used to take us when we were kids), I've never totally considered myself a rockhound. Well, maybe, just maybe I am like my good friend Daisy, maybe I do have "rockhound" tendencies. This has nothing to do with Mr. Swift's college course either.
Hubby and I peruse the two local stone yards. Italian, Brazilian, swirls, "movement", grays, blues, need I go on?...oh heck...how do we choose?
We write down the slab numbers and notes to remind us of description when we check on price and details, etc. One reminded me of spilled milk, another, a nearby galaxy (which was beatiful but too expensive), another was just too brown. Beautiful, but we are trying to "brown down" our home. Lot of dark furniture lately.
Did I just hear my husband say "We could really make a statement with this one"? He ponders the green, ochre and white variations. Very unique, very "one arm and a leg" so to speak (pricey).
We finally decided on one whose name sounds like a musical instrument. It's safe, clean and shiny.
Now, what to do with our cabinets??:)
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