Plan C

This is the tile we chose for the lower level floors. It was not plan A. Plan A was concrete, but without a basement and therefore with a fear of moisture and some resulting added expense, the details of which I don't recall, we decided to go with tile instead. It took me about a week to make the adjustment. I had had my heart set on concrete.

Plan B: After a zillion trips to the tile store, I found a beautiful, large, square greyish-brown metallic tile. I chose the same version in an off-white for the bathroom downstairs (with different sizes for floor and shower). In much the same way that a broken heart is healed only with the help of a new love, this new tile loosened concrete's seductive hold over me. I slowly but surely got to the place where I loved this tile more than concrete.

But on the day I placed the order, the store received a fax saying the tile was discontinued. I needed another week-long break before I was able to search for Plan C. And truth be told, I wasn't sure a week would be enough! I thought my heart might be unmendable this time; I was devastated.

Plan C: My intentionally uninvolved husband had to help with this choice, as did the wonderful, patient woman helping me at Flooring America. Together- and with another two zillion trips to the tile store (and this really isn't much of an exaggeration), they helped to convince me that I could, in fact, fall in love again. So this is what we went with: Porcelona's Ferroker in 17x26". I think I like it, but the jury is still out.... I do know, however, that it will be an improvement over the blue, elementary-school-like carpet that is currently on the floor.