When I grow up...Checker Floored Kitchens

I am going to dedicate this post to some dreaming....

All of us, or most of us at least, have memories of going over to grandma's house while growing up. Perhaps such memories are filled of happy thoughts and accompanied by warm, fuzzy feelings. I, for one, can easily pull from the great expanse of memory that fills my brain's storage recollections of summer and autumnal afternoons spent running around Grandma's back yard, walking very briskly around her house (because running wasn't allowed inside, of course), and sneaking M'n'Ms from the candy bowl on the counter by the kitchen sink.

One thing that I always will associate with my grandmother (of my maternal heritage), is checkered floor tiles.

Grandma always has had black-and-white checkered floors in her kitchen--even when she and Grandpa moved to a new house, this flooring appeared in the new digs. My grandma is a very chic, polite, glamorous and ladylike woman. This is reflected not only in how she carries herself, but also in how she keeps her house. There are always new updates to be found; little new "touches" being added. In my mind, she is the quintessential homemaker and home-entertainer: Her house is ever-ready to receive guests and you always feel at home because she has made every little thing in her house special. So special, in fact--even to the little things that could go unnoticed--that you would feel it were just for you.

But I digress (I told you that I am just like everyone, can easily fall into reminiscing about grandma). What was I talking about? Oh, yes, my grandma's kitchen floors. Yes, they are and always have been black-and-white checkered tile. Now, some may think that such a choice is too retro. Too casual. Or even too restricting...the floors so dominant that you can't be too bold elsewhere. Never mind what these opinions may opine (I love how the word "opine" rhymes perfectly with "whine"). I am here to say that I lurve checkered floored kitchens and I dearly wish for such a kitchen floor in the dream house I hope to live in one day.



A kitchen like this one would set me up for life.

I can understand that checkered floors might not be just any one's cup'o'tea. That is fine...so long as they don't live with me. Though I don't have my dream house now (and I don't know when that will be either). I do really hope that it will have checkered floors. If my husband doesn't like the idea; it will be a wonderful act of sacrificial love for him to let me have checkered floors. Now, I don't want to come off as being high-maintenance. It is just that I will most likely be the one spending a lot of my time in the kitchen, so why not make the place a little more enjoyable to inhabit, eh? (Yes, I am totally aware that my feminist forerunners are rolling in their graves at what I just said.)

Now, in the interest of the love I will have for my husband, I will be willing to compromise. Look at this...they have checkered floors with small black tiles.

Flooring totally designed with compromise in mind

I mean, really, I think he can at least let me have that kind of tiling. While it still might be checkered, this kind of tiling looks a bit more upscale. Some people have this kind of tiling in their bathrooms. And I've even seen some hotels, etc., choose it for designs. Heck, it's not like I am asking for a kitchen like this: (though, I admit, there is a certain appeal to it....)



For the eccentric types...

So, perhaps one day I will have a dream house that will have checkered floor tiling in the kitchen. For now, I am quite content with simply having checkered curtains above my sink.

How quaint

Yes, that indeed is one of the more lovely things about being young, right out of college, there are so many happy things to look forward to--like checkered floor tiling in your kitchen--while still enjoying the little things in life until you get there--like checkered kitchen curtains. I'll even go so far to say that I don't need the checkered tiles right now. I have the rest of my life to get 'em. And if I don't ever get 'em, at least I got to dream about it for a little while today!



Okay, done with dreaming for today...

P.S.: In case some readers are not aware, I can be a horribly sarcastic person. So my obnoxious rant about husbands, feminists and compromises are all (mostly) in jest. I would never tyranically insist of a husband to have checkered floors in my kitchen. Though the home can be a women's primary work place and thus "her kingdom" (as some may say) there are far more important things in life to bother and bicker with one's spouse about without worrying about flooring choices...