The floor in the studio is now looking for some covers, and I believe the opportunity for stud rubber flooring may be upon me. Unfortunately, and contrary to my naive assumption otherwise, it is not cheap. But looking at other options such as vinyl and pretend wood (blagh), there's really no contest. In case you don't know what I'm talking about, here is an example.
So I've found a supplier, had the measure up and now waiting for the quote, gulp. But in the meantime there's another job to do that is choose the colour. Now this is where life really does get complicated. Here is the colour palate:
Limestone Green and Cool Blue are nice but look like a dental surgery. Steel is a tyre showroom. Red is a children's hospital ward. I thought I'd pretty much honed in on Deep Blue (third from the bottom, left) but fortunately the rep had left me a sample which we've been road testing today in the kitchen. The dog has been kindly helping. And let me tell you I don't like what I see. Shows every greasy smear and crumb. Would you want to be cleaning that?
So I'm now thinking the light grey ('Mercury' to those on first name terms) might be the go. But is it too airport terminal?
The one I would really like, truth be told, is orange. However on this 39 degree day I'm not (pardon the anti-pun) warming to an orange floor.
Such dilemmas. Then I feel guilty about thinking that it matters so much, when we have a solid floor and watertight roof in which to dwell. Maybe some time in a shanty would fix that, or at least a thought to what life would be like to live in one, to appreciate how lucky we are.