Or…Does That Come in Tropical Punch?
Right now I am facing a major, life altering decision. It’s a right up there with choosing a spouse, a name for a baby, or a new pair of shoes.
This decision has kept me puzzled during the day and tossing and turning at night. I’ve changed my mind so many times that I’m an embarrassment even to my own gender.
What could possibly cause such consternation? Such vacillation?
I’m trying to choose a new countertop for my kitchen.
I want to make sure I pick just the right color, the right style, and the one that will still look fabulous when adorned with Kool-Aid and pizza crusts.
Since my kitchen is part of a “great-room,” the countertop has to match the family room couches, the fireplace tile (still to be determined), and the floor (also to be changed). My kitchen cabinets are dark, and there’s not much light in the room since it is on the north side of the house, so the countertop has to be light colored.
It’s not easy to choose the perfect countertop to fit all these criteria, especially considering the rainbow of colors Kool-Aid comes in.
But what makes the choice especially difficult is the price of a new countertop. Unless I get laminate, I will pay what I estimate it to cost to travel to the moon, when they first make that possible to the general public.
At the very least, with the money it will cost for the new countertop, I could buy a nice car, or a hammer from the government.
Since I am paying so much money, I want to absolutely love the countertop. I want to walk into the kitchen after it has been installed and say, “You are the best looking countertop I have ever seen. I am so happy to have you in my house that I will not cry myself to sleep because I gave up that trip to the moon, and food, for you.”
Fortunately, I have narrowed down my countertop choices. Right now I’m trying to decide between Venetian Gold, Giallo Santos (both granite) or Victorian Sands (quartz).
Venetian Gold is slightly in the lead, mostly because it has “gold” in the title, which will help me fool myself into thinking that it is worth what I am paying for it. But who knows. I could (and probably will) change my mind tomorrow.
One thing I do know: If I were to ever have another baby I’d name him Giallo Santos if he were a boy and Victorian Sands for a girl.
And my next pair of shoes shall be called Venetian Gold.
If only all decisions were so easy.
