Mr. L. and I generally agreed that if we ever installed a backsplash, it would be white subway tiles with dark grout. Safe, easy, enduring, inexpensive. It represented a decorating detante in my household, a compromise between my sometimes overly ambitious eclecticism and my husband who never met a stainless steel-clad wall he didn’t admire, whose favorite color is specifically gunmetal grey.
Life is full of surprises. On an impromptu trip to a tiny tile shop, we both became enamoured of Ming green herringbone tile. Now we are have 35 square feet of it and vague plans of splashback grandness.
I can’t photograph this tile properly but here’s my best shot. In real life, it’s paler, greener, less grey, with some yellow tones. There are specks of black, too, that are moody and fantastic. I suppose I know now why so many people went mad for granite and now why every suburban kitchen is swathed in carrara. Stone is certainly seductive–and taste-specific. It feels lithic and personal, all at once.
Dark grout, do you think?
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